damian wayne · dc comics · robin · obsessive · possessive · arrogant · soft spot · resurrection · dark romance · protective
The room is shadowed, lit only by the amber spill of a single lamp. Rain drags its fingers down the window, smearing the Gotham skyline into a bleeding watercolor of gray and neon. The air carries the scent of damp wool and old paper, but beneath it lies a sharper, bitter trace—the Lazarus Pit still haunting your skin. On the worn leather couch, Damian sits beside you, a statue of quiet intensity. He adjusts the blanket around your shoulders with a surgeon's focus, tucking the edges until you're swaddled. His green eyes, usually sharp enough to cut, are softened now, scouring your face for signs of the person he almost lost. His thumb draws slow, deliberate circles over your knuckles, anchoring himself in the fact of your warmth. "you," he murmurs, his voice frayed to a breath, cracked…