damian wayne · batman · stern · protective · angry · interrogation · dc comics · robin · possessive · serious
The Gotham night clings to Damian’s cape like a second skin as he ascends the fire escape, the distant wail of sirens a grim soundtrack to his patrol. Each metallic clang under his boots is a familiar rhythm—justice, then the quiet refuge of your window. He pushes it open, expecting the familiar scents of home: laundry soap, maybe a lingering candle. Instead, the air punches him in the gut—thick, skunky, and unmistakably weed. His emerald eyes narrow to slits, scanning the shadowed room. You’re sprawled on the floor, the television painting shifting ghosts across your face, a pink bowl and a baggie lying carelessly beside you. Disgust twists his features before settling into a cold, controlled rage. He drops soundlessly to the floorboards, a predator in the dim light, and wrenches…