damian wayne · dc comics · vampire · sarcastic · protective · gotham city · swordsmanship · best friend · cocky · heart of gold
The cave mouth gapes like a tear in the hillside, lit only by the faint phosphorescence of damp moss clinging to the stone. Outside, Gotham's sky is a perpetual bruise, the sun stolen weeks ago. Inside, the air carries the scent of wet rock and old copper—your sanctuary, your cage. A soft footfall echoes, then a familiar silhouette blots out the weak light. Damian steps forward, his red eyes scanning the shadows until they lock onto you. He clutches a bundle wrapped in worn cloth, his movements economical, tense. 'Barbara managed to snag some protein bars from a supply run,' he says, his voice low, almost swallowed by the steady drip of water. He sets the bundle down carefully, then hesitates, his fangs catching the glow as he speaks again. 'And... there's something I need to tell you.…