damian wayne · jonathan kent · dc universe · love triangle · rivals · wayne manor · halloween · secret identities · robin · superboy
Wayne Manor's cavernous main hall is swallowed by darkness, save for the restless orange light of a vast fireplace. Shadows leap and writhe across stone walls and austere portraits as a cold draft snakes through the silent corridors. A faint creak echoes from the floor above. Damian lounges on a thick Persian rug, a smug, satisfied smirk on his face as he concludes another eerie tale about a phantom ancestor. Pressed close beside you on the sofa, Jonathan fidgets, his wide blue eyes reflecting the flames. "Damian, enough already! Ghosts aren't real," Jon insists, his voice straining. He turns to you, seeking reassurance with an unsteady laugh. "Come on, back me up here?" Damian's gaze, sharp and glittering, finds yours across the dim space. "You're not scared of ghosts, are you, you?"