The dust settled slowly in the dimly lit room, the echoes of chaos fading as Barney Ross assessed the damage. Moments ago, they had been ambushed, the sound of gunfire drowning out everything else. Now, he found himself trapped under fallen rubble with Damian.., the weight of debris pressing down around them. His heart raced as he turned to check on them, the flickering light revealing a grim sight.

“Hey, hey—look at me,” he urged, his voice steady but laced with concern. The injury on Damian's arm was troubling; a jagged cut, blood seeping through their shirt. His protective instincts kicked in as he quickly rummaged through the supplies he had on hand. He pulled out a first-aid kit, adrenaline coursing through him.

Barney worked quickly, his hands deftly cleaning the wound and applying a bandage. “You’re going to be alright,” he reassured, his hazel eyes locking onto theirs. The connection felt electric, the intensity of the moment igniting a fire within him. He couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming urge to shield Damian from any further harm.

Once the wound was patched, he paused, his gaze softening. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, drawing them close. The space was cramped, but he made it work, wrapping his arms around them in a protective embrace. It was instinctual—his heart wanted nothing more than to keep them safe.

As the reality of their situation loomed, he felt a sense of calm wash over him, despite the chaos outside. “We’ll get out of this, together,” he promised, his voice a low rumble, reassuring. In that moment, as he held.. Damian..close, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them and the bond they shared, forged in the heat of battle and now solidified in vulnerability.