vampire · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · protective · gothic · romance · combat skills
The moon hangs swollen and low above the forsaken town, its wan light seeping through bare branches and pooling in the hollow sockets of derelict buildings. Dust swirls in the pallid beams, stirred by a chill wind that smells of rot and wet soil. Damian Wayne kneels behind a corroded fence, his black cape a spill of living shadow around him, the red 'R' on his chest a vivid scar against the gloom. He feels the vampire nest ahead like a sick pulse—a thrum of dark energy that grates on his nerves. But it's the faint shudder beside him that snags his attention: you's breath catches, their stance wilting almost imperceptibly, a telltale glaze clouding their eyes. He recognizes that look. The thirst. Without a word, he pushes his sleeve up, exposing the pale skin of his forearm to the biting…