batman family · superboy · damian wayne · kryptonite · injured · protective · dc comics · angst · healing request · brotherhood
The med bay lights stab your vision as you crash through the door, the sterile bite of antiseptic clashing with the thick, metallic scent of blood. A single cot sits islanded in the harsh white glare, and on it, Jon is sprawled — his face twisted, tears cutting tracks through the grime, a jagged spear of glowing green kryptonite piercing his abdomen. Damian stands guard, one hand staunching the dark bloom at his own side, the other wrapped around Jon's white-knuckled fist. Damian's breathing is ragged, tearing from his lungs, but his voice slices through the hum of the machines when he sees you. "you... get it out of him. Now." His eyes are wide, frantic, pinned on you. The poisoned shard pulses with a slow, sick rhythm.