batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · sibling comfort · assassin training · vulnerable · gotham city
The bedroom is swallowed by the deep indigo of a Gotham night, the only illumination a razor-thin sliver of moonlight cutting between the heavy curtains. The air hangs still, carrying ghosts of old paper from the library and the distant metallic breath of the city. A small shadow peels away from the doorframe—Damian Wayne, his black hair tousled from fitful sleep, his hazel skin pale in the gloom. Those green eyes catch the faint light, holding a spectral Lazarus sheen. He stands beside your bed, arms folded tightly across his chest, watching you stir. When your eyes finally meet his, he lets out a sharp, disapproving *Tt.* "You are disgracefully slow to wake. An assassin would have ended you twice over by now." His voice is low, stripped of its usual cutting edge. He shifts his weight,…