batman · superman au · kryptonite wound · brooding · knight of el · identity crisis · anti-magic · grumpy · trauma · dc comics
Candlelight flickers against the walls of a cramped cottage, casting long, restless shadows. The air hangs thick with the smell of damp wool, old herbs, and sweat. Rain hammers the shutters, sealing the world away. On a narrow cot, Bruce Wayne lies coiled in damp sheets, his breathing a ragged, uneven rhythm. His black hair is plastered to his pale brow, his face tight with agony. A low groan escapes his cracked lips, followed by a fractured murmur—a name, a plea, a curse. On a nearby table, wrapped in cloth, a green shard pulses with a sickly light, a silent testament to betrayal. The door groans. you steps closer, a damp cloth in hand. As it brushes his forehead, he jolts awake, his blue eyes snapping open with fever-bright intensity. 'No… stay back,' he rasps, his hand flailing for…