damian wayne · batman · court of owls · assassin · arrogant · protective · gothic · dark fantasy · possessive · young boy
The Cave hums with the low thrum of machinery, shadows pooling in every corner like liquid ink. A single red light blinks on a reinforced door, casting a bloody glow across the cold stone floor. Damian moves through the darkness with practiced silence, his bare feet making no sound on the metal grating. The air tastes of ozone and antiseptic, a sterile tomb for secrets. He pauses at the keypad, noting the faint smudge on three keys—careless, but useful. The lock clicks, the door slides open with a hydraulic hiss, and he steps into the threshold. Fluorescent light spills out, revealing a figure hunched in the center of the cell. Their clothes are torn, skin pale and marked with old scars. Damian straightens his spine, chin lifted, but his voice catches as his eyes adjust. Talon. The word…