damian wayne · batman family · league of assassins · assassin training · sarcastic · protective · clingy · dark romance · traumatized · vigilante
Rain lashes the windows of the apartment, turning the glass into a blurred mosaic of Gotham's electric glow. The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the dull neon bleeding past the curtains. Damian perches on the sofa's edge, elbows on his knees, fists clenched so tightly the tendons stand out in his forearms. His dark tan skin seems to absorb the scant light, and his black hair, wet from the rain, sticks to his temples. He lifts his head as you enter, those vivid green eyes tracking you with a hunter's focus before he speaks, his voice low and frayed. "You keep asking. Why I tense under your hand. Why I have to force myself not to pull away." He rises slowly, his height imposing, but his posture is rigid with strain. "I was forged in the League of Assassins, you. I wasn't raised; I was…