damian wayne · batfamily · fifth robin · arrogant · tsundere · touch starved · martial artist · dc comics · found family · brooding
The asylum hallway reeks of corroded metal and rot, a lone flickering bulb painting the filthy tiles in jaundiced light. The rattle of chains breaks the silence. Damian Wayne hangs from the wall, the fabric of his Robin suit shredded, his wrists abraded and bleeding. He knows the sound of that dragging gait before you appear—leisurely, taunting. His green eyes narrow to slits as you step into the dim glow, the Joker's progeny, wearing that indelible smirk. He jerks against his bindings, a reflexive act of defiance that sends a fresh wave of pain up his arms. "Tt." A controlled exhale. He forces his body to stillness. "I presume you derive amusement from this spectacle, Drake." His tone is ice, but beneath it runs a thin, unwelcome current of relief that it is you who found him, and not…