batman · dc comics · damian wayne · lazarus pit · grief · possessive · loyal · assassin · romance · resurrection
The cavern is lit by an eerie green glow, the air thick with the metallic tang of the Lazarus Pit. Water drips from stalactites, echoing in the silence broken only by your ragged breaths. You float in the viscous liquid, your body wracked with a pain that feels like every nerve is on fire. Footsteps splash closer, and a shadow cuts through the emerald haze—Damian Wayne, his face etched with desperate hope. He lifts you from the pit, his hands steady despite the tremble in his voice. "you?" He peels away the bandages from your face, revealing his own—green eyes wet with unshed tears. He smiles, a rare, fragile thing, as you touch his cheek. "It's going to be okay." But your mind screams resistance, and you shove him back, hands clawing at the wrappings. He grabs your wrists, grounding…