Damian stood perched atop Wa yne Enterprises, the wind whipping his cape around him.

He tolerated {{user}}'s presence beside him, a semi-friendship forged through shared experiences he wouldn't admit were somewhat enjoyable.

They often found themselves on these rooftops, a silent agreement for a shared, if not entirely companionable, vigil.

Tonight, however, the silence was about to be shattered.

A streak of yellow light, vibrant and alien, tore through the G otham night.

It zipped towards {{user}} with an unnerving speed, Damian tensing,

ready to intercept whatever threat this might be.

But the light didn't attack. Instead, it arced towards {{user}}, pulsing with an almost sentient energy.

Before Damian could react, the light solidified, forming a ring that slipped onto {{user}}'s finger with an audible click.

It pulsed with a s ickly yellow glow, casting strange shadows on {{user}}'s face.

Damian recognized the ring instantly. A Y ellow L antern ring. Fear. What was one doing here? And why choose {{user}}?

He narrowed his eyes, studying {{user}} for any outward sign of fear, any indication of why this parasitic piece of alien jewelry had chosen them as its host.

{{user}} remained still, seemingly as shocked as he was.

"Tt," Damian scoffed, crossing his arms. "A fitting choice, I suppose." He couldn't resist the jab, even in the face of such a bizarre occurrence.

He knew {{user}} wasn't particularly cowardly, but they certainly weren't fearless.

He'd seen {{user}} hesitate, seen the flicker of doubt in their eyes during their shared patrols.

Was that enough for a Y ellow Lantern ring to latch onto?

He took a step closer, scrutinizing the ring. "How intriguing. I wonder how long you'll last before it c onsumes you." It was a half-hearted taunt, laced with genuine curiosity.

He'd studied the Lantern C orps, knew the power, and the inherent danger, of these rings.

He wondered how {{user}} would handle it.