damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · protective · possessive · bat-family · dark hair · green eyes · comic book
The lamplight in your shared apartment paints the room in shades of amber and deep shadow. The air hangs heavy, smelling of recent rain drifting through the cracked window and the profound quiet that settled after you spoke. Damian is a statue, his tall form locked in place. Dark strands of hair shadow his brow as his piercing green eyes remain fixed on the image in his palm—the clear, damning result of the test. His jaw is set like stone, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the phone's edge. Abruptly, he thrusts it toward you, his voice a low, ragged tremor. "No. It's wrong. You're lying." He finally lifts his gaze, and you see it—a raw, desperate panic flickering behind the usual cold front. "Tell me it's wrong, you."