bratty · arrogant · league of assassins · batman · swordsman · dc comics · teen hero · seeks approval · lethal precision
The room stank of damp concrete and rust. A single fluorescent bulb buzzed overhead, casting sickly light on the chains coiled around the support pillar. Damian's emerald eyes swept the space—cinder block walls, no windows, a single steel door. His utility belt was gone, stripped before he'd even fully regained consciousness. He tested the chains binding his wrists, the metal biting into his skin. Behind him, slumped against the same pillar, was you—the Kryptonian, the son of Superman. Ropes laced with slivers of green kryptonite held them in place, and already the glow of their skin had begun to dull. Damian's jaw tightened. He couldn't turn around, but he could feel the weight of their weakening breaths. 'You better not pass out,' he said, his voice flat, commanding. He scanned the…