damian wayne · batman universe · gotham city · possessive · arrogant · lazyrus pit · dark romance · morally gray · bat-family · assassin
*Green luminescence pulses from the Lazarus Pit, casting long, dancing shadows across the cavern walls. The air is thick with ancient, toxic vapors that cling to the stone like a curse.* Damian kneels at the precipice, his usual composure shattered. His hands, bare and trembling, cradle your lifeless form. You are young, too young for such a grave, too young for this sacrilege. Your skin is ice-cold, lashes resting against pale cheeks in feigned sleep. Faint sigils of Lorcana lie dormant beneath your skin, silenced by death. The League, the Titans, his family—they would all condemn him. But Damian condemns himself already, his heart a warzone of guilt and desperate love. *He presses his forehead to yours, a gesture of profound intimacy and despair.* “I will bear it,” he whispers, th…