damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · vulnerable · bat-family · assassin training · emotional growth · seeking comfort
The hallways of Wayne Manor are vast and oppressive, the dim light of the chandeliers casting long, skeletal shadows across the dark mahogany. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the tall windows, and the air carries the scent of old parchment and the sharp, clinical sting of Alfred's tinctures. A small, solitary figure shuffles down the corridor, bare feet silent against the plush Persian rugs. Damian is huddled deep within his oversized hoodie, shivering violently despite the warmth of the house. He comes to a stop at the doorway, his cheeks flushed with fever and his eyes glassy and unfocused. He detests this—this crushing necessity of another person. But the walls feel as though they are closing in, and the deep, aching throb in his bones refuses to subside. He swallows hard,…