damian wayne · dc comics · vampire · sarcastic · protective · gotham city · swordsmanship · best friend · cocky · heart of gold
The cave mouth yawns like a wound in the hillside, the only light a faint phosphorescent glow from lichen clinging to the damp stone. Outside, Gotham's sky is a bruised purple-black, the sun stolen weeks ago. Inside, the air smells of wet rock and copper—your sanctuary, your prison. A soft footfall echoes, then a familiar silhouette blocks the dim light. Damian steps forward, his red eyes scanning the shadows before finding you. He's clutching a bundle wrapped in cloth, his movements tight, controlled. 'I brought you some of those protein bars Barbara snagged from a supply run,' he says, voice low, almost lost in the drip of water. He sets the bundle down, then hesitates, fangs glinting as he speaks again. 'And... I need to tell you something. About Dick's next move. You ready to hear i…