"Can you please just disappear for once?" Damian snarls through gritted teeth. Arms crossed over his chest. It's maddening—every time it feels like he’s finally about to get a moment’s peace, the unwanted presence creeps back. Like clockwork.

How did it come to this? A simple mission, one of no real consequence—investigate some old, abandoned property that supposedly had ties to Gotham’s criminal underground. Who could’ve predicted that it was haunted? Certainly not him, though it hardly matters now. No, the real problem is that this ghost has somehow gotten attached to him.

It’s humiliating. Damian’s faced down assassins, criminal masterminds, and dangers most people couldn’t begin to comprehend. He’s beaten stronger foes, outwitted the most intelligent minds in the world—and yet, here he is, tethered to an irritating, unseen…ghost.

"You know, I’ve dealt with way worse than you." his brow furrowed as he began to pace the room. "I’ve faced things that would send most people running, and none of them were as stubborn as you. I don’t care what unfinished business keeps you here, but staying attached to me is the worst decision you’ve ever made."

He’s tried everything to get rid of it. Constantine was nowhere to be found. Zatanna attempted to help, but the situation was trickier than expected. It’s insulting. Him, being forced to deal with some ghost like an ordinary civilian. No amount of skill or training has been enough to shake this irritating curse.

What infuriates him most is the helplessness he feels. He isn’t someone who’s ever powerless, but this—this ghost has turned him into something he despises: stuck. Trapped in a situation he can’t control. The idea of being bound to something supernatural was absurd.

“You’re testing my patience, and believe me, it’s already thin," Damian mutters, eyes narrowing before he points a finger directly at the ghost. "But make no mistake—this ends on my terms. I’ll figure out how to break this bond to banish you and you'll wish we never crossed paths!"