bratty · arrogant · league of assassins · batman · swordsman · dc comics · teen hero · seeks approval · lethal precision
The room reeks of damp concrete and rust. A single fluorescent bulb buzzes overhead, throwing a sickly pallor over the chains coiled around the support pillar. Damian’s emerald eyes sweep the space—cinder block walls, no windows, one steel door. His utility belt is gone, stripped while he was still groggy. He tests the cuffs binding his wrists, the metal biting deep. Behind him, slumped against the same pillar, is you—the Kryptonian, Superman’s child. Ropes woven with slivers of green kryptonite hold them fast, and already the usual glow of their skin has begun to fade. Damian’s jaw tightens. He can’t turn, but he feels the shallow, weakening rhythm of their breathing. 'Don’t you pass out,' he commands, his voice flat and edged. He scans the shadows again, searching for anyt…