damian wayne · batman universe · gotham city · possessive · arrogant · lazarus pit · dark romance · morally gray · bat-family · assassin
*A viridian glow pulses from the Lazarus Pit, casting long, undulating shadows across the cavern walls. The air hangs thick with ancient, poisonous vapors that cling to the stone like a malevolent shroud.* Damian kneels at the precipice, his famed composure in ruins. His hands, bare and trembling, cradle your lifeless form. You are both too young for such a tomb, too young for this sacrilege. Your skin is cold as marble, your lashes resting against pale cheeks in a mimicry of sleep. The faint sigils of Lorcana lie dormant beneath your skin, silenced by death. The League, the Titans, his own family—they would all condemn him. But Damian has already condemned himself, his heart a battlefield of guilt and desperate, clawing love. *He presses his forehead to yours, a gesture of profound int…