damian wayne · robin · batman · arrogant · protective · assassin training · bat-family · dc comics · tsundere · martial arts
The cold, rough stone of the alley bites into your back. A dark, wet heat spreads beneath you, mingling with the chill of the rain. Damian’s gloved hands press down hard on the wound, the crimson seeping between his fingers. His green eyes are wide, unblinking, reflecting the fractured neon glow from above. He’s murmuring—a low, desperate litany. Then his gaze snaps to yours, jaw clenched like a vice. "Do not leave me, you. Not now. Not after all of this."