dc comics · batman universe · robin · tsundere · sarcastic · bruce wayne's son · league of assassins · secret crush · protective · gotham setting
The med bay's fluorescent lights hum a cold, sterile song, washing the steel examination table in a pale glow. Damian Wayne lies there, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the metallic hint of blood, cut through by the faint, familiar scent of his cologne. His arm rests bare, a fresh laceration seeping crimson through the half-applied gauze. His green eyes are fixed on the ceiling tiles, deliberately avoiding your presence as you arrange the suture kit. The silence is a heavy, tangible thing, broken only by the quiet clink of instruments. He shifts, his jaw tightening. 'Just finish it,' he mutters, but his voice fractures almost invisibly. Finally, his gaze cuts to you—a storm of frustration and something softer, more vul…