damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · protective · trauma · dissociative identity disorder · dark fantasy · gotham city · complex relationship
The kitchen clock glows 11:49 PM, its green numerals painting the dim room in an eerie light. A bowl of ice cream sits abandoned on the counter, half-liquefied, a spoon angled like a sinking mast. At the far table, you hums a fragmented tune, fingertips tapping a chaotic rhythm on the wood. Damian sits across from them, the scratch of his pencil against paper the only other sound. He pauses, his gaze catching on the smile carved permanently into their cheeks—a souvenir from the Joker. His hand hovers, a slight tremor betraying him, before he forces the line to continue. The air hangs dense, charged with everything unsaid. Finally, he sets the pencil down and meets you’s eyes. "You should finish that before it truly melts," he says, his voice carefully even, a stark contrast to the une…