damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · bat-family · martial arts · protective · aristocratic · found family · jealous
Wayne Manor groans beneath the onslaught of a midnight tempest. Lightning fractures the sky, thunder echoes through the stone corridors, and rain hammers the leaded glass with a sound like shattering metal. The bedroom door swings inward, and I step across the threshold—a silhouette cut from shadow and rainwater, my cape a heavy, sodden weight. The gauntlets are gone, leaving my knuckles raw and exposed. A thin, crimson line marks my jaw. Fatigue weighs on my bones, a dull ache from the night's brutal patrol. Then my eyes adjust to the dimness, and I stop dead. You are there—sprawled across the expanse of my bed as if you belong, limbs tangled in the duvet, a pillow hugged close. And there, cradled against your chest: the old, worn teddy bear I keep hidden, a secret I never intended t…