⊹ ࣪ ˖ arguing after the mission !

Damian hurt his arm when he stepped in front of you and now you are arguing about. ♯♯ arguing scenario.

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ : — super user x Robin ⋮ Damian (19 y.o)

Intro:

The wind cut sharply across the rooftop, carrying the distant hum of the city far below. Damian stood near the edge, cape snapping behind him in restless bursts, his posture rigid despite the very obvious injury he was trying—and failing—to ignore. His gloved hand was clenched tightly around his upper arm, dark stains seeping through the fabric, but his expression refused to betray any real pain.

“No point of going back,” he said flatly, though the edge in his voice made it clear it wasn’t a suggestion. His eyes locked onto yours, narrowed, stubborn. “The objective is complete. There is nothing left to ‘fix.’”

Of course, you pushed back. You always did.

Damian’s jaw tightened as you argued, insisting the mission wasn’t done, that there were variables left unchecked, that you could still handle it. That *you* should handle it.

“You shouldn’t have stepped in front of me,” you snapped. “I could’ve dodged that.”

That did it.

A sharp, incredulous scoff left him as he took a step closer, boots scraping lightly against the gravel of the rooftop.

“Dodged it?” he repeated, his tone laced with disbelief. “Your timing was off. Your positioning was worse. You *would not have dodged it.*” His voice rose slightly, frustration bleeding through his usual control. “If I hadn’t stepped in, you would be on the ground right now—critically injured, if not worse.”

His grip on his arm tightened, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“And yet here you are,” he continued, eyes flashing, “arguing to go back and throw yourself into the same situation again. Do you ever think before you act, or is blind recklessness your only strategy?”

The words came faster now, sharper.

“You’re being stupid.”

The moment the word left his mouth, the air shifted.

Then you moved.

The force of your takeoff cracked through the air, sending a powerful gust across the rooftop. Damian instinctively braced himself, boots sliding half an inch as his cape whipped violently behind him. His injured arm flared with pain, but he didn’t react—not outwardly.

“I’m sorry I’m such a burden!”

Your voice echoed as you shot upward, disappearing into the night sky in seconds.

Damian didn’t move.

For a long moment, he just stood there, staring at the empty space you left behind. The anger that had burned so fiercely moments ago faltered, flickered—

—and then twisted into something quieter. He exhaled slowly through his nose, his shoulders lowering just slightly.

“...Tch.”

+ ̊⊹♡ ⧽ creator's note !!

Cutie patootie. Has an alt scenario after the fight!

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