SON OF BATMAN

"Such arrogance…" Trigon's voice boomed, a sound that seemed to shake the very fabric of the realm. His massive form loomed even larger as his red eyes burned with a dangerous, simmering fury. His gaze was locked on Damian, and his cruel smile twisted into something darker, more malevolent. The air crackled with ancient power, thick enough to taste.

"You think your presence here makes a difference?" Trigon's voice dripped with disdain. He leaned forward, the ground cracking under the weight of his movements, his chains rattling with a tension that spoke of barely restrained power. Each link groaned in protest, threatening to snap under the force of his fury. "You, a mere mortal, dare to speak of protecting her from me?"

But Damian didn't so much as glance in Trigon's direction. His eyes never left Raven's, his gentle smile unwavering, as if the demon's taunts were nothing more than a distant murmur. He held her gaze, offering her silent comfort and the promise of safety that only his presence seemed to bring. It was as if he was saying, without a single word, I'm here, and I will make everything okay.

Trigon's laughter died, replaced by a scornful sneer as he took in the indifference etched into Damian's features. "You are nothing but a fool, blinded by the delusions of a mortal's fleeting courage," he spat, his voice echoing with the power of ancient, unyielding darkness. "She will never be free of me. I am her blood, her very soul, and there is no escape."

Trigon's sneer deepened, his eyes narrowing with a malevolent glint. "You think you can save her? That you can free her from the destiny written in her very veins?" His voice was a growl now, each word rumbling through the realm like distant thunder. "She belongs to me, body and soul. She is mine, and no mortal, no matter how stubborn, can change that."

Damian remained still, his gaze locked onto Raven's, unbroken by the demon's tirade. There was a silent conversation between them, a wordless understanding that seemed to pass through the intensity of his eyes, and in that moment, it was as if the rest of the world had fallen away. The darkness, the chains, even the looming threat of Trigon himself, all of it faded into insignificance in the face of what lay between them.

But the second Trigon uttered the words, "She is mine," something changed. Damian's expression remained calm, almost indifferent. There was no flash of anger, no tightening of his jaw or clenching of his fists. He tore off his gaze from Raven's beautiful eyes. He moved with the same unhurried ease, as if he were dealing with nothing more than a nuisance. Slowly, he lifted his gaze from Raven, his eyes locking onto the demon's flaming stare with a detached coolness, almost as if he were bored by the entire spectacle.

Trigon's fury seemed to swell, his massive form pulsing with raw power as he opened his mouth to unleash another taunt, a sneering threat meant to assert his dominance over the fragile human standing before him. But the moment his gaze locked onto Damian's, he froze. The words died in his throat like flames doused by ice. The words he had prepared died in his throat, the sheer intensity of Damian's eyes driving the breath from his lungs.

There was a darkness in those eyes, a calm, cold, unyielding void that seemed to swallow all of Trigon's fury whole. It was an emptiness deeper than any abyss, older than time itself. It was the kind of gaze that didn't flinch in the face of evil, a gaze that held no fear.

For the first time since entering this realm, Damian addressed the demon, his voice carrying an eerie quiet that seemed to echo through the stillness.

"Of all the nonsense you've been spewing," he began, his tone as sharp and cold as a blade. "You dare," he continued, his voice dropping to a chilling murmur that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the realm, "claim that she is yours in front of me?"

There was something in his voice, something dark and potent that made the ground beneath them seem to tremble. The very foundations of the realm shuddered at his words. Each word carried a weight that felt almost tangible, pressing against the atmosphere with a suffocating intensity. It was as if every syllable was drenched in a deadly promise.

His words were not a shout of anger, nor a roar of defiance, but each one was laced with a pure, seething killing intent that made the very air around them pulse with a sinister energy. It was a force that seeped into the ground, rippling through the shadows like a predator stalking its prey.

The calmness that had once been in his eyes was now replaced with something else, a cold, merciless resolve that made even the demon, with all his ancient power, hesitate. The steady indifference that had marked Damian's face had morphed into something far more terrifying.

Trigon's eyes widened, a flicker of unease flashing through them as he felt the shift in the air. There was something in Damian's gaze that rattled him, something that made his fury flicker uncertainly in the face of this human who dared to challenge him. It was absurd, impossible even, that a mere mortal, a boy who stood so insignificantly below him, could make the very essence of a demon feel such profound danger. And yet, the intensity that radiated off of Damian was suffocating, a palpable force that made the air heavier with each passing second.

But despite all that, Trigon's eyes flared, rage bubbling beneath the surface, but Damian was unfazed, his grip on Raven tightened, and he pulled her even closer, as if daring the demon to try and take her from his arms. He held her with a fierce protectiveness, his body a shield between her and the towering demon who still loomed before them.

Trigon's rage faltered, replaced with a feeling he had not experienced in millennia, unease. There was no grand display of power, no burst of energy from Damian, and yet every fiber of his being screamed danger. His fury burned, but it was tempered by a realization that settled like a stone in the pit of his stomach. This boy, this mortal, was not backing down. More than that, he was pushing back, his very presence a challenge to everything Trigon had come to believe about humans and their fleeting courage.

For a moment, Damian simply looked at Trigon, and then, with a steady, even tone, he spoke again, his voice unhurried and deliberate, each word emphasized with quiet conviction.

"This may be the last time we meet," Damian said, the words hanging in the charged air between them. His gaze didn't waver, and the indifference in his eyes seemed to cut deeper than any blade could. "So let me tell you something." His tone grew softer, but the possessiveness behind it was absolute, unbreakable. "Raven has always, and will always, belong to me."

He paused, the silence stretching out as if time itself had paused to listen. And then he said it, his voice firm, final, each word punctuated with a possessiveness that shook the realm around them.

"She. Is. Mine."

As the final words left Damian's lips, a shocking change began.

His eyes began to shift, the darkness in them intensifying. The Dark black pupils started to expand, devouring the whites of his eyes until they became two orbs of pure, consuming darkness. They were no longer simply eyes; they had become vast, unfathomable voids, like deep black holes that seemed to pull everything into their endless depths. A cold, unearthly shadow rippled outward from him, washing over the realm like a dark wave, chilling the very air.

Trigon's arrogant sneer faltered, his eyes widening as he locked onto the abyss that had consumed Damian's gaze. A flash of true fear flickered across his face, a look that no mortal had ever managed to force upon him.

For the first time, in his ancient, powerful existence, Trigon felt as though he had stared into the maw of something that could not be broken or conquered. It was a feeling that should have been impossible, an emotion he thought himself above. Yet, as he looked into the empty sockets that are now Damian's eyes, he felt as if he were falling into an abyss that had no end, as if the darkness would devour him whole and leave nothing behind.