Halloween prompts no. 4
Damian was leaned over the glass coffin to get a better look at Phantom. This was his little brother if Kyle and father were to be believed. He looked up at his father, and though he couldn't see his full expression under his cowl he could hear the creaking of his gauntlets due to how hard his fists were clenched.
Robin turned his gaze back to the entombed eight year old who had apparently saved countless kingdoms, overthrew evil tyrants and faced off against gods in the one year since his death. All these amazing feats only to be betrayed by the people he called parents who literally shot him in the back.
The eleven year old vigilante stared at the face of his baby brother, framed by white hair that no longer glowed and surrounded by the Infinite Realms "lunar blooms" which very much did. He reached into the open coffin, mindful of his fathers staring and pushed aside the flowers placed specifically to block the sight of his exposed shattered core.
Damian made a vow to his father right then and there that they would find a way to fix him. Batman didn't smile, but he acknowledged his son with a small nod. That was good enough for him.
They left through the magic barrier, the same one that kept anyone other than friends and family from coming or going and the reason they knew something was up in the first place and flew back home through the green of the Ghost Zone. Damian meant what he said. He would fix his brother and bring him home.
No matter the cost.
