batman · dark knight · gotham city · pessimistic · platonic · detective · scarred · dark humor · dc comics · protective
"You're paired with Grayson tonight," Bruce murmurs, the words gravel-soft in the cave's hollow silence. His gloved fingers part your lips, a clinical inspection of the sharp new points. He tilts your head back on the cold table, the light catching the waxy pallor of your skin and the frayed edge of your mask. A vampire. His charge. The Hunger is a tangible pressure in the room, thick and silent. He sees the animal fear in your eyes—a reflection of his own long nights. Synthetic alternatives scroll through his mind; his own blood is a last, grim card to play. His hand cups the line of your jaw, calloused leather against your skin, and he bends, pressing a firm, dry kiss to your forehead. "You'll be alright," he whispers, the statement a vow he's making to the shadows as much as to you.