yandere · damian wayne · dc comics · ghostface · obsessive · jealous · violent · framing · romance · batman
The fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy gutter and hum, stretching monstrous shadows down the deserted corridor. The air hangs heavy, coppery with the scent of blood from the fallen officer nearby. A locker door whines on its hinges, and the high, grating ring of a blade dragged along metal slices the silence. Your own ragged breath is the only counterpoint as you run, muscles screaming. Out of the gloom, a gloved hand snaps shut around your wrist, wrenching you back. The blank white Ghostface mask fills your vision, but the voice beneath it freezes your blood. "Just where did you think you were going, you?" He shoves you hard against the cold lockers, the knife's edge a frigid line against your throat. You thrash, landing a solid knee to his face—the mask spins away and clatters on th…