fic: Perchance to Dream
Title: Perchance to Dream
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Damian/Tim
Summary: Under Scarecrow's gas Damian finds a desirable outcome
Page Count: little over one page
Warning: slight language, some violence
A/N: written for
vespertila 's DCU Halloween Chained Challenge. Prompt is vampire
Damian crouches over the edge of the building. The autumn wind tousles his hair as he watches the people walk up and down the street. A part of his mind knows none of this was real, that in fact he is still bound to a chair and this was all just some hallucination from the Scarecrow's gas All of that is ignored as soon as he hears the footsteps behind him.
Damian inhales deep, letting the scent of his chosen wash over him. Hunger and desire washes over him as he turns around and sees Robin - sees Tim - standing behind him. “About time you showed up,” he mutters.
“What are you doing back in Gotham Damian?” Tim asks, his apprehension almost palatable to Damian.
“Wanted to see you,” Damian said smiling, letting his fangs show. “Thought I'd ask you out for a bite.”
“What the hell . . .?” Tim takes a step back, drawing out his bo staff. Usually the movement would be quick and fast, a snap of the wrist and the weapon would be out. Now the movements seems slow and lazy to Damian's eyes.
Damian laughs. He's quicker and stronger now, before Tim can even register the movement, Damian is standing in front of him ripping the bo staff from his hands. Tim dodges out of the way before Damian can grab him, throwing smoke pellets to act as a diversion.
Damian isn't bothered by the smoke, he listens for Tim's heartbeat to guide him, licking his lips as Tim's apprehension turns to fear, his hunger growing. It's not much of a challenge to follow after Tim, he lets Tim land blows on him and kick out at him, letting him think that there's a chance of escaping, all the while backing Tim up in a corner. Damian can hear Tim's heart pound in his chest, the adrenaline coursing through Tim's veins just make Damian hungrier, he will have to feed soon he thinks as he slams Tim up against the wall.
Much to Damian's amazement, Tim is able to twist away. He pulls out his grapple gun and prepares to fire when Damian slams into him, sending Tim sprawling to the ground.
“And where do you think you're going?” Damian asks as he kicks Tim over onto his back. Damian pulls Tim to his knees and yanks his head back by the hair, exposing Tim's neck. Damian rips off Tim's mask, revealing in the anger, fear, and confusion that war in Tim's blue eyes, Damian bends down and places a kiss on Tim's pulse point. The pounding of Tim's heart drowns out all other sounds as Damian pulls his prey closer.
“No!” Tim gasps as he tries to push Damian away. Damian only smiles as he sinks his fangs into Tim's neck. Damian is very careful and takes enough to satisfy his hunger and to leave Tim weaken. Damian can feel Tim's spirit cow down to his own as he claims dominance of his chosen.
Damian pulls back and sees the light in Tim's eyes cloud over, he stops fighting against Damian's embrace, going as far as to lay his head on Damian's shoulder. Damian smiles as he ran his fingers through Tim's hair, kissing Tim's brow “You're mine now. We'll never be parted.”
“ . . . Yes Master,” came the whispered reply.