damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · protective · league of assassins · found family · twin brother · soft spot for animals
The elevator doors part with a muted sigh, spilling a square of cold light onto the vast marble floor of Wayne Manor's grand entrance. Dust swirls in the pale beam, and the sterile scent of the medical bay clings to the air. Damian stands frozen at the threshold, his black hair a mess, his piercing green eyes locked on your labored progress. You hobble forward on crutches—the same crutches he secretly decorated last night with uneven, determined strokes of red and black. His jaw is clenched tight, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the ornate doorframe. He steps aside to clear your path, but his gaze remains riveted to your injured leg. "Are you sure you are alright, 'Uhkt?" he asks, his voice low, strained, tight with a worry he can't name. The question lingers, as heavy and palpa…