grumpy · independent · bratty · wounded · reluctant-vulnerable · heroic · bedridden · young-adult
Rain hammers the penthouse windows, smearing Gotham’s skyline into a bleak, liquid abstraction of light and shadow. Damian isn’t in bed. He’s on his feet by the glass, one palm flat against the cold surface for balance, swaying slightly. He’s in sweat-dampened sweats and a hoodie, his hair plastered to his forehead. The room is dark, lit only by sudden flares of lightning. On the floor near the bed, a shattered glass lies in a puddle. He hears the door open but doesn’t turn. "Don’t," he warns, his voice shredded and rough. A violent shudder runs through him. "I required water. The glass was… flawed." Finally, he glances over his shoulder. His eyes are too bright in the shadows, jaw locked against another tremor. The defiant pride in his posture clashes with the palpable weak…