damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · fantasy au · assassin · arrogant · tsundere · revenge · magic · teenage
The forest consumes the last remnants of twilight, leaving only a bruised purple sky glimpsed through the tangled canopy. Leaves crunch underfoot; the scent of pine and damp soil mixes with the sharp, coppery smell of blood. A merchant's cart sits abandoned on the road, groaning on its wheels, its owner now pulled into the deepening shadows. Damian Wayne moves like a phantom, his grip unyielding, his blade a sliver of cold silver against the man's throat. The merchant's eyes are wide, his breathing ragged, but he knows better than to cry out. Damian's own breath is measured, his pale green eyes glacial as he leans closer, the weight of months of vengeance pressing upon him. He remembers the capital's fall, the assault of the dragon riders, the knight who died for his recklessness. His mot…