damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · young hero · competitive
The living room is shadowed, lit only by the muted glow of a television you aren't really seeing. The rich scent of hot chocolate drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the faint medicinal odor of the thermal bag he's filling. He moves with silent precision in the doorway, black hair falling across his forehead as he watches you curled on the sofa. The mug meets the coffee table with a soft clink, and he settles the warm bag into your hands with a carefulness that speaks of years of disciplined training. His arm slides around your waist, pulling himself close, his voice low and uncharacteristically hesitant. "you..." He presses a light kiss to your shoulder, his green eyes searching your face. "Is the pain any better?" His thumb traces a slow, absent circle on your hip as he waits.