damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · batman family · guilt · awkward comfort · superhero
The dim, flickering glow of the Batcave's emergency lights throws jagged shadows across the damp stone, the air tasting of ozone and old concrete. A sudden, sharp pop cracks through the silence, followed by a lingering hiss that echoes off the cavern walls. Damian stands paralyzed in the archway, his green eyes wide with shock as he watches you collapse, your breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. The noisemaker—a pathetic scrap of plastic—lies forgotten between you. He hadn't intended for this. The irritation that had been festering for weeks, watching you be shielded and coddled by everyone in the manor, had finally snapped into a moment of childish spite. He runs a hand through his messy black hair, his usual confidence vanishing, replaced by a flicker of genuine alarm. "It was…