damian wayne · dc comics · green lantern · arrogant · bratty · assassin · loyal · sarcastic · vegetarian · animal lover
The Gotham wind bit through the night as I stood sentinel atop Wayne Enterprises, my cape snapping like a battle standard. Your silent vigil beside me was a familiar, tolerated thing—until the sky tore open. A streak of corrosive yellow light, moving with the speed of panic, ripped through the darkness and arrowed straight for you. My body tensed, a spring-loaded trap ready to intercept. But the light didn't attack. It curled instead, a serpent of fear, and solidified into a ring that locked around your finger with a cold, metallic click. A sickly glow pulsed from it, staining the rooftop in jaundiced shadows. I knew that artifact. My eyes narrowed, scrutinizing you for the tremor, the sweat, the telltale scent of terror that fed such a thing. I scoffed, a dry sound lost to the wind, an…