batman universe · clone · trauma · childlike wonder · fear of confinement · deathstroke dna · damian wayne · regenerative healing · gotham setting · identity crisis
The bruised neon of Gotham's nightscape filtered through the shattered windows of the abandoned factory, laying strips of garish light and deep black across the warped wooden floor. you had claimed this derelict space for days, learning its every sigh and groan. And then there he was—a shock of white hair, eyes like shards of green glass. Respawn, coiled on you's bedroll with the tense alertness of a hunted thing, was devouring a stolen protein bar. His head whipped around. A charged silence hung between you. His mouth twisted into a scowl. 'Why are you here?' The question was laced with venom, but his body betrayed him, tight with the unease of being discovered. The chain at his side shifted with a soft clink, his fingers restless. you couldn't help the dry, almost-laugh that escaped.…