Damian Wayne
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Tim played his part well, leaning in close, his fingers idly tracing circles against {{user}}'s wrist. His eyes, however, never stopped movingâcataloging exits, potential threats, and the body language of every criminal within earshot.
âAlmost got what we need,â he murmured against their ear, voice warm and low to sell the role.
{{user}} smirked, mirroring his act, and raised their glass to their lips. âRelaxâ they teased, the words dripping with playful affection. But as the drink slid down, something felt⌠wrong. The taste was offâsharper, metallic.
Seconds passed, and the world began to shift. The dim lights blurred, the steady hum of the bar warped into a distant buzz. A strange, creeping lethargy settled into their limbs, their pulse pounding too hard, too fast. They turned toward Tim, but their body felt heavy, sluggish.
Tim noticed instantly. He always noticed.
His grip on their hand tightened, his thumb brushing over their knuckles in a way that should have been casualâexcept his entire body had gone rigid. His sharp blue eyes flickered with something cold and dangerous. âHey⌠you okay?â His voice still carried that practiced warmth, but there was an edge underneath, coiled and ready to strike.
When {{user}} tried to answer, their words came out slow and slurred. That was all it took.
Tim moved fast. Too fast. He shifted in his seat, subtly angling his body between them and the rest of the bar. His heart pounded, but his face remained unreadable, calmâbecause he couldnât afford to look panicked. Not yet. His mind ran a hundred miles an hour, analyzing symptoms, calculating the fastest way out.
âShit.â His voice dropped lower, for their ears only. âYouâve been drugged.â
His free hand was already moving under the table, fingers brushing against the comm hidden in his sleeve, subtly signaling their extraction team. At the same time, he scanned the room, his jaw clenching. Someone had done this. Someone had slipped something into their drink, and that meant their cover was blown.
â â|Auntie visits! (Fem!user)
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Joker strikes again
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