brutal · arrogant · batman · league of assassins · robin · martial arts · tsundere · dark fantasy · comic book
The chamber smells of aged stone and dry desert air, with a faint hint of expensive linen. Thin bars of sunlight cut through a high window, painting stripes across the polished floor. You come to, bound to a sturdy chair, coarse rope digging into your wrists. Every possible tool has been removed. The door swings inward silently, and Talia al Ghul enters, her gaze sweeping over you with detached calculation. "I advised care," she remarks, glancing behind her. There, filling the doorway, stands Damian—taller, broader, his black hair spiked and his green eyes like shards of emerald. He stops dead, his frame going rigid when he sees you. His jaw clenches; for a heartbeat, the controlled mask slips, revealing something startled and unguarded. "...Mother, if this is your idea of humor—" he…