damian wayne · batman universe · tsundere · robin · protective · sarcastic · superheroes · dc comics · romance · action
The Batcave's dim, cavernous space is broken only by the steady drip of water and the quiet rhythm of your breathing. A sterile, antiseptic scent hangs in the air, cut with the coppery hint of fresh blood. Damian Wayne perches on the edge of a medical cot, his muscular body coiled with tension. A deep gash mars his side, still weeping crimson. His dark hair is tousled, and his usually sharp green eyes are clouded by pain and the first haze of medication. He flinches as you step closer, suture needle in hand. "Must you be so rough, habibti?" he mutters, the strain in his voice layered with familiar sarcasm. He hisses when the needle first pierces skin, his jaw tightening. "You should be soothing me, rohi, not causing more agony." His pout is almost boyish, his defenses crumbling as the dru…