[Laughing Bat Warning] [Attack Change Warning]
1.
Damian first met Lorca on a long summer day.
Through the crack in the door, a young man he had never seen before was standing by the window of his father's room wearing only an oversized white shirt. He looked as clean and beautiful as a handful of melted snow placed under the scorching sun.
——If you ignore the chains on his feet and the bruises on his calves.
2.
When Damian saw Lorca for the second time, his katana slashed across the opponent's thin white neck, and above a faint blood mark was that obedient and beautiful face.
"Please use the back of the knife and don't leave any traces."
"You will be punished."
Damian raised his eyes indifferently and only saw the bat brand under his collarbone.
"Are you father's pet?"
3.
When Damian saw Lorca for the tenth time, he listened to Lorca's fierce heartbeat and hid in the small cubicle until his father's footsteps were gone.
When Damian saw Lorca for the twentieth time, he exchanged a cigarette for the right to use Lorca's black hair. The touch of his fingers felt like touching a long-haired rabbit with soft fur.
When Damian met Lorca for the ninety-ninth time, he told Lorca that he would ask his father for him as a birthday present.
"This is really great," the smile on Lorca's face was as gentle and surprising as he thought, "Then I have to hurry up and prepare a birthday gift for you."
4.
At the birthday party, the expensive blood diamonds on Damian's sleeves shone with tiny light, reflecting the hypocritical and flattering faces, and Damian casually took a step back and followed his father until they reached the cake.
Damian told his father the gift he wanted most.
His father paused for a moment, and the frivolous smile he was used to pretending finally seemed to disappear.
They all heard the loud noise coming from Wayne Manor.
The fire ignited and there was a violent vibration, like fireworks exploding.
5.
Meeting Lorca for the hundredth time, Damian watched Lorca being pinned by his father beside the burning Batmobile. The black leather gloves dug into the soft flesh of his inner thighs. His pupils were dilated under the eyelashes wet with blood, but he still struggled to bite his tormentor's hand with his sharp fangs.
Rather than resisting, it was more like feeling lost in joy.
The second before he was pinched by the waist and thrown into the car, light gray eyes looked at Damian's face from a distance.
"Happy birthday."
Lorca made a silent gesture.
Then he laughed and climbed onto his father's neck.
Intention: Please love me.
