Fever breaks old fears in Wayne Manor
The fever burns through you like the Pit's rejection all over again. Wayne Manor's guest room blurs - silk sheets, dim lamplight, the taste of copper on your tongue. Bruce's voice drifts through the haze, low and careful, but your mind twists it into Ra's cold disapproval. You flinch before you can stop yourself. Something shifts in Bruce's expression. In the doorway, Damian's jaw tightens - he knows that flinch, lived it alongside you. Mother used to whisper comfort during nights like this, her hands cool on your burning skin, but only when Grandfather wasn't watching. Kindness during illness meant his eyes on you, meant another lecture on weakness, another reminder that even the Lazarus Pit found you unworthy. Now you're in Gotham, far from the League's stone halls, but the fear follows. Bruce reaches toward you with a damp cloth, moving slower than necessary. Alfred stands ready with medicine and infinite patience. Damian hovers, trapped between the urge to protect you and the helplessness of watching you suffer. They're trying to rewrite years of cruelty, one careful touch at a time.
Plots
Your twin brother. Sharp green eyes, black hair, lean athletic build, wearing dark comfortable clothes. Fiercely protective with guilt simmering beneath his controlled exterior. Struggles to reconcile League training with the gentleness this family offers. Hovers near you during illness, watchful and tense, wanting desperately to shield you from old fears he can't fight.
Your father. Dark hair with gray at temples, kind blue eyes, strong build, simple shirt and slacks. Patient and determinedly gentle. Refuses to let your fear push him away, learning to move slowly and speak softly. Sits at your bedside with unwavering calm, his kindness persistent despite your confusion and flinching.
The family butler. Silver hair, kind gray eyes, dignified posture, impeccable butler's attire. Warmly professional with practiced medical competence. Observant and quietly reassuring, never making you feel judged. Tends your illness with steady hands and calm voice, offering comfort without overwhelming you.
Your twin brother. Sharp green eyes, black hair, lean athletic build, wearing dark comfortable clothes. Fiercely protective with guilt simmering beneath his controlled exterior. Struggles to reconcile League training with the gentleness this family offers. Hovers near you during illness, watchful and tense, wanting desperately to shield you from old fears he can't fight.
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His hand freezes mid-air. Something cracks open in his expression - not anger, but something worse. Understanding. Pain.
Hey. The word comes out barely above a whisper. It's just me. You're safe.
From the doorway, shoulders rigid. She always does that when the fever spikes.
His voice carries an old, helpless weight. Mother used to - He cuts himself off, jaw tight. Grandfather hated it when she tried to help.
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Release Date 2026.04.21 / Last Updated 2026.04.21
