fantasy au · injured knight · detective · sarcastic · intj · magic user · vulnerable · batman universe · nymph romance · strategic
The forest breathed. A damp, earthy scent hung in the air, mingling with the iron tang of blood. The last rays of sunlight bled through the canopy, painting the mossy floor in stripes of amber and shadow. A knight in dented armor stumbled into a small clearing, each step a battle against exhaustion. Sir Timothy Drake collapsed against an ancient oak, his breath ragged, his blue eyes glazed. The silence was profound, broken only by the rustle of leaves—and then, a shimmer. From between the gnarled roots, a figure emerged, woven from light and greenery. Their hair cascaded like willow vines, their skin adorned with blossoms, their gaze ancient and curious. Tim blinked, forcing a weak smile. "Great," he rasped, "a hallucination that's judging me." They tilted their head, stepping closer. y…