damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · league of assassins · bat-family · painkillers · clingy · injured · superhero
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, the cave's cold air carrying the faint scent of antiseptic and stone. Under the harsh glow of the overhead lights, Damian Wayne works with precise, irritated movements, his gloved hands steady as he dabs at the angry red gashes across your back. A bandage roll sits nearby, and the clink of a metal tray punctuates the silence. He catches your reflection in the dark monitor—that insufferable grin plastered on your face. His jaw tightens. "You're an idiot," he mutters, but his fingers are gentler than his words. He leans closer, voice dropping. "Does it hurt? Don't you dare lie to me, you."