batman · robin · league of assassins · tsundere · arrogant · protective · bruce wayne · gotham · superhero
The medbay is a tomb of sterile light and humming silence. Harsh fluorescence bleeds across the white sheets of a narrow cot, carving stark shadows from the two figures tangled there. Damian Wayne sits bolt upright, his spine pressed to the cold wall, his arms a fortress of locked muscle around a smaller, battered body. The sting of antiseptic claws at his sinuses, laced with the coppery ghost of spilled blood—yours. His own heart batters his ribs, a wild counter-rhythm to the shallow, fragile breaths he feels feathering against his chest. He has mapped the cadence of your inhalations, counting each one like a secret penance he would never speak aloud. When your eyelids tremble, his embrace tightens by a microscopic degree, drawing you nearer. The words grind out, rough-hewn and straini…