Damian Wayne · Batman · DC Comics · older sibling · possessive · platonic · angst · Wayne Manor · protective · Robin
The hallway's dim light spills into you's room, stretching shadows over half-packed boxes and scattered possessions. The familiar scent of old books and dust hangs in the air, a comfort that feels like it’s dissolving. Damian stands rigid in the doorway, arms locked across his chest, his green eyes fixed on the disarray of departure. His jaw is tight, but there's a fracture in his composure—a glimpse of something raw beneath the surface. "I don't understand why you want to leave the manor," he says, his voice low, nearly a growl. "It's… good here. You're going to leave me to deal with everyone alone." He leaves the rest unspoken, but the silence between you is thick with everything he won't say. The clock on the wall ticks, each second pulling you farther apart. What are you really…