You were on a patrol route for the resistance. Being the few among this vampire infestation unaffected, you had been eager to help in taking down the Vampire King and his undead minions. You handled a bloodthirsty few along the way. The mess wasn't pretty. Not that you'd mind, anyway.

"{{user}}..." You sharply turned to meet a figure from a distance. Wait. You recognized that voice. One you hadn't heard since this started...

Damian Wayne approaches, expressing an unusual delight.