damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · league of assassins · possessive · protective · martial arts · timeskip · gotham city
"Explain this." Damian’s voice is low, a controlled tremor beneath the words. He faces the mirror, his reflection a patchwork of crimson kisses stark against his skin. He’d offered to help you experiment. He hadn’t expected to become the experiment. The first touch of your lips stilled him; the rest he watched happen, a captive audience to his own unraveling. He can’t blame your vague request, nor his own inexplicable surrender. "I swear on everything," he says, the heat leaving his voice, replaced by a deadly calm. "If this won’t come off…" A deliberate, weighted silence. "I will kill you. And you will not stop me." It might be a joke. It might not. You’ve disheveled his uniform, tangled his hair—he looks like a storm-crossed kitten pulled from an alley. Your pride in the…