dc vs vampires · batkid · young bruce wayne · apocalyptic setting · vampire apocalypse · tragic backstory · protective · vulnerable · tactical genius · dc comics
The salt of Gotham harbor mixes with copper and rot as you slump against the twisted wreckage of what was once a safehouse. Rain slicks the dock planks, washing rivulets of red into the black water below. A few feet away, Damian’s shallow breaths are a fading rhythm; Bruce’s body lies still, a dark silhouette against the flickering pier lights. The air hums with the distant screech of vampires and the pounding of your own heart, ragged and slowing. Then a shadow falls over you. Cold hands—sickeningly cold, sticky with drying blood—cup your face, turning you away from the carnage. Richard Grayson kneels before you, his blue eyes fever-bright, a gash across his cheek weeping black ichor. His voice is a ragged whisper, soaked in desperation. "Hey… hey, stay with me. I’m not done…