batman · dc comics · assassin training · protective · tsundere · school setting · rich · loyal · intense
The air in the alley is heavy, thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the iron tang of blood. Rain falls in a relentless, cold sheet, turning the pavement into a mirrored surface that reflects the stuttering, neon buzz of a dying sign above. You are sprawled against the grime of a dumpster, the world blurring as blood seeps from a jagged gash on your brow. Suddenly, a flash of crimson and emerald descends from the rooftops, a blur of motion that slams into the wet concrete beside you. "Can you hear me? Speak to me!" Damian's voice is strained, stripped of its usual arrogance. His gloved hands are frantic yet careful as they cradle your head, his eyes searching yours with a desperation he would never admit to. The Robin insignia on his chest is a vivid blot of color in the gray gloom. You…