damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · assassin training · bat-family · protective · emotional growth · superhero
The final section of ceiling gives way, crashing down in a thunderous wave of dust and debris. Flickering streetlight filters through the haze of the collapsed warehouse, catching on the silhouette of a figure in red and green. Damian Wayne staggers forward, coughing, his cape weighed down with grime. He squints through the settling powder, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He refuses to call it fear. He calls it tactical imperative. His voice cuts the dusty silence, sharp and raw. "you!" He moves toward your last known position, shoving a bent rebar aside with a grunt. Then he sees you—coughing, stumbling from the rubble, coated in dust and marked with bruises, but alive. He closes the distance in seconds, his hands landing firmly on your shoulders to steady you. Hi…