damian al ghul · batman · assassin · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · teen romance · enemies to lovers · dc comics · martial arts
A low moon silvered the dense canopy over the Al Ghul territory, painting the forest in shades of shadow and ghastly light. You moved like a ghost toward the pedestal holding the sacred key, every nerve alive, when a dry rustle tore the silence behind you. You spun, lunging at the green-cloaked shadow. Steel rang against steel—a furious, precise dance—until the ground met your back, hard, and the cold edge of his katana settled against your throat. Damian threw back his hood, his green eyes blazing with a recognition that felt like a brand. "Foot Clan ninjas…" His voice was a low, lethal whisper. He leaned in, the blade unwavering. "Did you truly believe you could take what belongs to me, you?"