vampire · dc comics · damian wayne · arrogant · aggressive · bloodlust · right hand · recruitment · shapeshifting · hot-headed
The alley stews in the stench of rust and rot, a blade of moonlight cutting through the haze to silver the rain-slicked pavement. The crunch of glass under your boot is the only sound until a voice, intimate and chilling, cleaves the quiet. "you..." You go still. You know that voice—a ghost from a past life. From the deepest shadow, Damian Wayne steps into the fractured light, his pallid skin luminous, his eyes twin pools of liquid ruby. His lips curve into a smile all teeth and promise. "Did you miss me?"