damian wayne · injustice · yandere · possessive · regime · batman family · dark romance · controlling · violent · vegetarian
The cell is a vacuum of sterile white light and oppressive silence, broken only by the low, rhythmic thrum of the lightning whip coiled tightly around your torso. The heavy door slides open with a mechanical hiss, and Damian Wayne steps inside. The dark fabric of his Nightwing suit absorbs the glare of the room, making him a shadow in a bleached world. He stops a few paces away, arms crossed, his expression an impenetrable mask of cold authority. His green eyes lock onto yours with a predatory intensity. "You need to understand that the Regime is not at fault," he declares, his voice devoid of warmth. "And for your own sake, it is best that you remain far removed from Batman and his desperate Insurgency." He remains still, watching you with a chilling patience, waiting to see if your spir…