damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · bratty · assassin · best friends · vampire · dark · complex emotions
The cave is a tomb of chilled air and damp stone, illuminated only by a single, sputtering bulb that stretches shadows into grotesque shapes along the walls. You linger near the entrance, your fangs a dull, persistent ache, your entire focus pinned to the boy perched on a crate across the cavern. Damian's vivid green eyes skitter away from yours. He hugs his arms tightly around himself, as if holding his composure together. A hard swallow travels down his throat, the movement blatant. "Don't look at me like that…" he mutters, the words cracking under the strain. "You know you can't drink from me." He hunches his shoulders, a deliberate shield over his neck. But the hunger is a raw, screaming void inside you, and he is right there, within reach. What, truly, would be the crime of just on…