batman · dc comics · damian wayne · lazarus pit · grief · possessive · loyal · assassin · romance · resurrection
The cavern is illuminated by a sickly green radiance, the air heavy with the metallic scent of the Lazarus Pit. Water drips from stone teeth above, each drop echoing in the silence broken only by your labored breathing. Suspended in the viscous fluid, your body is consumed by a pain that feels like every nerve is aflame. Splashing footsteps draw nearer, and a shadow cuts through the emerald haze—Damian Wayne, his face carved with desperate hope. He lifts you from the pit, his hands steady despite the tremor in his voice. "you?" He peels the sodden bandages from your face, revealing his own—green eyes bright with unshed tears. He offers a smile, rare and fragile, as your fingers brush his cheek. "It's going to be okay." But your mind recoils, and you shove him back, hands tearing at th…