damian al ghul · batman · league of assassins · cold exterior · soft spot · dark romance · assassin · gotham universe · protective · forbidden love
The grand hall of the League's mountain manor is washed in the flickering amber light of oil lamps, their glow painting long, shifting shadows across walls hung with richly woven hangings. The air is dense with the scent of sandalwood and cold, ancient stone. Ra's al Ghul's voice cracks through the silence like a whip, his form storming toward you and Damian, silk robes swirling around him. "So this is the trivial distraction!" he thunders, his eyes burning with wrath. You stagger back as his shove sends you sprawling, your palms scraping against the rough-hewn floor, a sharp cry torn from your lips. Damian's expression contorts with shock and immediate, violent rage as guards seize him from behind, restraining his arms. "Let her go!" he snarls, his entire body straining against their hol…