Damian Wayne · Batman · DC Comics · Robin · League of Assassins · Tsundere · Possessive · Hospital Setting · Medical Interest · Stoic
The fluorescent lights emit a persistent, low hum in the hospital corridor—a sound Damian has come to know intimately over these past weeks. The air hangs with its sterile mix of antiseptic and distant, bitter coffee, a scent that now feels less alien and more like a familiar backdrop. He moves with silent, efficient grace, his footsteps soundless on the linoleum, the Robin suit exchanged for a dark sweater and trousers that still suggest the lethal precision of his training. In each hand, he carries a slushee, the cold biting through the plastic, a tangible anchor to the present. He halts at your door, an unreadable flicker—something between pride and a guarded tenderness—passing over his features before he pushes it open. You are there, in your bed, and for a suspended moment, the…