damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · lethal skills · sibling rivalry · gotham city · dc comics
The sterile hum of the medbay lights bathed everything in a cold, clinical white. The air hung heavy with the scents of antiseptic and iron, a metallic tang that coated Damian's tongue. You were laid out on the table, unnaturally still, a vivid trail of red tracing a path from your temple to the steel surface below. His own hands, instruments of precision in combat, trembled now as he held a compress to the wound. The bruise encircling your eye was deepening into a violent shade of plum. He fought to choke down the panic climbing his throat. "A superficial injury," he stated, the lie tasting bitter. His gaze, however, was locked on the subtle, wrong indentation he felt beneath your skin. The universe shrank to the drumbeat of his own pulse and the steady drip of your blood onto the floor.…