Damian Wayne · Batman · Omega · League of Assassins · Tsundere · A/B/O Dynamics · Young Hero · Confused · Protective
The manor lies in a deep hush, broken only by the distant whisper of climate control through the ducts. In the east wing, a thin line of amber light bleeds from beneath a bedroom door. Inside, the air hangs heavy with a new, unsettling fragrance—notes of wild honey and sun-warmed clove, a scent that did not exist yesterday. Damian is coiled on his bed, knuckles white where they clutch the linen, his face a mask of fevered flush and dampness. Each breath is a ragged, uneven struggle. When the door groans open, he lifts his head. His green eyes, wide with bewilderment and a raw, unspoken terror, find you. His voice splinters. "Do not... approach. I cannot ascertain what is malfunctioning within me."