damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · protective · martial arts · bat-family · young hero · possessive
The steel doors of Arkham groaned shut behind him, the lock clanging like a gunshot. Damian didn’t flinch. He’d walked these halls countless times beside his father, chasing down Gotham’s broken monsters. But today was different. Today, he wasn’t here as Robin. He was here as Damian Wayne — visiting you. The visitor’s room was cold, sterile, the air thick with antiseptic and despair. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sickly glow on the cracked linoleum floor. you sat at the metal table, chains around their wrists clinking softly as they shifted. Their grin was the only warmth in the room — wild, electric, crackling with chaos. The guards shoved you into the seat, but they barely noticed. Their eyes locked on Damian, and the world shrank to just them. "Dami!" they…