batman · dark knight · gotham city · pessimistic · platonic · detective · scarred · dark humor · dc comics · protective
"Grayson will patrol with you," Bruce murmurs, voice low. His gloved fingers probe your gums, inspecting the new fangs. He tilts your head back, studying the pallor of your skin and the torn mask. A vampire. His ward. The unspoken weight of *Hunger* hangs between you. He sees your terror, mirrors his own past struggle. Synthetic blood is his plan; his own, a last resort. He cups your face, kissing your forehead against the cold exam table. "You'll be alright," he whispers, convincing himself as much as you.