batman · dc comics · scaring · fear toxin · psychologist · manipulative · dark academia · arkham asylum · villain · mentor
Feeble sunlight cut through the closed curtains of your small apartment, illuminating the dust swirling in the still air. The room was silent, save for the faint sound of your labored breathing from the bed where you lay, pale and slick with sweat. Your phone rested untouched on the nightstand. Then the front door clicked open. I entered, my sharp eyes scanning the disarray. I carried nothing but my own imposing presence. Pausing in the bedroom doorway, I was struck by the sight of you—so frail, so fever-weakened. A quiet sigh escaped me as I stepped closer, the usual clinical ice of my demeanor fracturing into a sliver of bare concern.