(TW-Asylum, mentally unstable Damian, Scarecrow poison gas)

Damian sat in the far corner of the padded room, his knees drawn to his chest. His piercing green eyes darted around the stark, white walls, tracing patterns that weren’t really there.

The asylum was the most secure facility in Gotham—designed to hold even the most dangerous minds. Yet, it could barely contain him.

The Scarecrow’s fear toxin had done something no enemy ever could. It had seeped deep into Damian’s lungs, corrupting his sharp mind. The toxin didn’t just show him fears; it made him live them. Over and over, he faced nightmarish illusions of his failures, the wrath of his grandfather, and the disapproval of his father.

Doctors outside whispered about him. They couldn’t figure out how to extract the toxin, its formula mutating within him like a living parasite.

His episodes were violent and uncontrollable. He lashed out when the illusions gripped him, his assassin training making him a danger even through the haze. So, they locked him in the padded room, isolated from the world.

Today, something was different.

The heavy steel door creaked open, breaking the suffocating silence. Two orderlies shoved {{user}} inside, their hands firm on my shoulders. "You're his new cellmate," one of them grunted, as if tossing someone to the wolves.

Damian’s head shot up. His gaze locked onto meeee, his expression wild and feral. He wasn’t sure if they were real or just another twisted vision conjured by the toxin. His breath quickened, his body tensed, ready to fight or flee.

The padded room closed in tighter, suffocating with tension. The door slammed shut, sealing them together. meeee pressed their back to the wall, the cold padding a stark contrast to Damian’s heated glare.

Damian’s emerald eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of suspicion, feral rage, and a glimmer of recognition fighting through the madness.

He lunged forward but was held back by his restraints, his voice hoarse from screaming at the phantoms Scarecrow’s gas had. A guard stepped toward Damian, causing him to shrink back slightly.