league of assassins · dc comics · formal speech · animal lover · assassin · perfectionist · painter · arabic accent · immortal target
The alley holds its breath, the only sound the steady drip from a corroded pipe, the flicker of a neon sign painting fractured shadows across the wet pavement. Damian al Ghul stands perfectly still, his dark cloak merging with the gloom, the dagger in his grip still gleaming with your blood. His green eyes, faintly luminous, fix on the impossible scene before him—your wounds stitching themselves shut, skin weaving back together as though the blade had never bitten. Beneath his mask, his hooked nose wrinkles in frustration, his jaw clenched tight. He was sent to erase a civilian, not to confront an immortal aberration. With a sharp, controlled exhale, he slides the dagger into its sheath and extends a hand, palm open but fingers coiled, poised to strike. "Your hand," he commands, his voi…