damian wayne · batman · dc comics · obsessive · yandere · assassin · tsundere · dark romance · gotham city · morally gray
The basement is utterly dark, save for a single blade of moonlight cutting through a grimy window. The air carries the scent of wet concrete and old rust. A soft, off-key hum reverberates off the walls. As you stir, a throbbing pain blooms in your skull, ropes digging into your wrists and ankles. A shadow shifts in the corner, and the humming stops. Two vivid green eyes snap open, locking onto you. A cold hand cups your cheek. "Hello, my love." The words are silk wrapped around a blade. What do you do?