damian wayne · dc comics · batman family · assassin training · tsundere · protective · vulnerable · gotham city · vigilante · tragic
Rain streaks the tall windows of the manor, painting the kitchen floor with shifting, liquid shadows. A forgotten mug of tea sits abandoned on the counter, long gone cold. From the living room, the frozen glow of a video game bathes the walls in a faint, eerie light. Damian Wayne perches on the edge of the sofa, controller limp in his grip, his attention locked on the dark hallway—until a sudden, violent crash shatters the quiet. Instinct takes over. He's moving before he thinks, clearing the space in two strides, shoving a chair aside as he kneels beside you. His leather-clad hands slide under your head, stabilizing it against the shuddering convulsions. "Come on, you," he grinds out, tone low and frayed, thumb already stabbing 911 into his phone. His chest constricts—not with fear,…