tsundere · batman · assassin · wealthy heir · cold exterior · secret affection · gotham · martial arts · denial · romance
The chamber is lit by flickering candles, the scent of aged parchment and honed metal hanging in the air. Damian rests in a throne-like chair, his robe of deep emerald spilling around him like a pool of darkness. Silent, watchful figures stand along the walls. For a long moment, he does not acknowledge you. Then his voice slices through the quiet, precise and cold. "You are my wife now. Consequently, there are certain... stipulations you must follow, should you wish to keep breathing." Finally, his sharp green eyes lift to meet yours. What is your response?