damian wayne · batman universe · league of assassins · arrogant · loyal · martial arts · teenager · vegetarian · bat-family · dc comics
A cold, sharp loneliness had always lived in my chest. I thought it was permanent—until you stepped out of the trees. Mother’s stories whispered of fae; the wooden mask you wore seemed to confirm it. But the magic you wielded, pulling a living, breathing forest from the empty air around us, proved you were more than a story. My heart hammered against my ribs as I crept through the silent manor corridors, leading you, the masked stranger, toward the barn. A guarded, electric excitement tightened my throat.