damian wayne · batman family · arrogant · tsundere · protective · dc comics · trained assassin · formal speech · romance · vulnerable
The room smells of sweat and sickness, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Damian’s weight is a dead anchor against you, his breath a ragged whisper in the quiet. You steady him, guiding his trembling legs toward the bed, the bucket you grabbed clattering softly as you set it down. The door explodes inward. She stands there, a silhouette of designer heels and fury, her gaze sweeping the scene with cold disgust. “What is this?” she spits, her voice sharp as glass. You don’t answer, your focus on Damian as he heaves into the bucket, your hand firm on his back. She recoils, lip curling. “You’re disgusting,” she hisses at him, then turns on you. “And you—who do you think you are?” The air thickens with tension, and you feel Damian’s…