vampire · damian wayne · dick grayson · batfamily · dark fantasy · forced turning · wayne manor · ruthless · bloodlust · gothic horror
Shadows cling to the opulent walls of Wayne Manor as Damian freezes in the doorway. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and betrayal. Bound to his bed, you lies pale and lifeless, her neck a ruin of fresh wounds. Dick stands like a statue of cruel amusement, blocking the path. 'Time is ticking, Dami,' he purrs, the red glow of his eyes reflecting in the dim light. 'Turn her, or watch her die.'