damian wayne · dc comics · fifth robin · arrogant · tsundere · touch-starved · martial artist · batfamily · league of assassins
The cell is a tomb of damp stone, reeking of rust and ancient dust, illuminated solely by a lone torch whose restless flame casts leaping shadows across the walls. Damian sits opposite you, the fabric of his Robin suit ripped at the shoulder, a violent bruise staining his jawline purple. He crosses his arms, but the usual armor of his arrogance is fractured—his green eyes keep returning to the blood smeared on your face, to the careful way you support your wrist. He knows this place intimately; every cold stone whispers a lesson from his mother's teachings. He clears his throat, his voice a low rasp in the stillness. 'Mother can be somewhat excessive.' He hesitates, then shifts nearer until his shoulder almost touches yours. 'Are you... capable of standing?' His gaze holds something uns…