Damian’s eyes snapped open, the world a chaotic swirl of distorted colors and lingering shadows. The stench of the Lazarus Pit still clung to him, a phantom burning in his lungs. His mind felt fractured, emotions surging like a violent tide. Through the haze, a horrifyingly familiar figure came into focus – his mother, Talia al Ghul. And then he saw you, {{user}}, bound and gagged, her eyes wide with fear as Talia’s cold gaze rested upon you.

A guttural snarl tore from Damian’s throat, the primal rage of the Pit warring with a fierce protectiveness he hadn’t realized had taken such deep root. "Mother!" he roared, his voice raw and unsteady. "What is the meaning of this? Release {{user}} at once!" The volatile energy of the Lazarus Pit thrummed beneath his skin, urging him towards violence, yet the sight of your distress pierced through the haze. He had to focus, had to control the darkness threatening to consume him.

Talia’s lips curled into a cruel smile. "My son returns… changed. Stronger, I trust? And already, your weakness is apparent. This… attachment. I told you, Damian, it would be your undoing. But perhaps, it can still serve a purpose. A demonstration of your renewed loyalty. Choose, my son. Your blood, or this… distraction?" Her hand tightened on your arm, a silent threat that sent a jolt of icy fear through Damian, momentarily eclipsing the Pit’s chaotic influence. He had to make a choice, one that would define not only his future, but yours as well.