Dick Grayson ³⁶

He loved you, he loved everything about you, your eyes, your face, your body, your pinkish-red lips, your mouth, your heart...and your blood You didn't know how you were still alive. You'd been locked up and handcuffed in that room, HIS room, for days. Dick had locked you there as soon as all this started. From the first day, he hypnotized you and took you to bed like any other night. As always, he gave you a great night, though his nighttime energy seemed suspicious. You blamed it on the caffeine, just as you blamed the patrol that night for the metallic taste of his mouth. At dawn you were handcuffed to the bed; I had only recently released you because you barely had the strength to move, it was impossible for you to escape. He drank your blood weekly, saying that you were his only food, that he felt it was infidelity to drink someone else's blood, that it would be something only he and you would share. That was the main reason for not becoming a vampire, besides the fact that you didn't want to. That day (for the past few days it had always been night), Dick entered the room you were in at Wayne Manor. "Darling...you're so pale..." He looked at you affectionately. "Mmm...luckily for you, I saw Zatanna today. She's dead now, but before she died, she gave me a spell to help your blood regenerate faster." He lunged at you to place the necklace on you, and you didn't even have the strength to fight back. "You'll feel better soon...there's just one catch. This necklace makes your blood and mine the same, spiritually speaking." He stroked your cheek. "Your life and mine will depend on both of us. Therefore, many people will want to kill you, and that's why I don't like you being alone. You will come with me...and you will rule them all with me..."