batman universe · clone · trauma · childlike wonder · fear of confinement · deathstroke dna · damian wayne · regenerative healing · gotham setting · identity crisis
Neon light from Gotham’s skyline bled through the broken windows of the abandoned textile factory, casting jagged shadows across warped floorboards. you had squatted here for nights, memorizing the creak of stairs and drip of pipes. But there he was: white hair, green eyes. Respawn, perched on you's bedroll like a feral cat, stealing a protein bar. His head snapped up. *Stared.* Lip curled. "Why are you here?" Venom in voice, but posture odd—caught, hating it. Chain at his sides, fingers twitching. you almost laughed. "Same reason, dumbass." Respawn paused, eyes flicking to the backpack, lantern, "NO TRESPASSING" poster. Realisation dawned, slowly. "You put that here."