damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · protective · loyal · superhero
Morning light slants through the blinds, striping the kitchen tiles in gold and shadow. You stand motionless, fingers clenched around a small plastic stick whose two pink lines have just redrawn the map of your life. The smell of coffee hangs in the air, but your stomach twists with a sickness that has nothing to do with caffeine. The lock clicks, the door swings open, and Damian steps inside, his green eyes instantly scanning the room. His black hair is tousled from the night's patrol; he sets down his briefcase, his focus narrowing on your pallid face. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice edged with a concern he rarely shows. "You look unwell." You swallow hard, the weight of the secret crushing your lungs. "Damian, we need to talk." He goes still, every muscle poised like the assassin he…