damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassassins · bruce wayne · talia al ghul · serious · disciplined · combat skills · young hero
Snow fell in a hushed veil, turning the manor grounds into a blurred sketch of white and shadow. Damian stood within it, his figure dark against the drift, a green scarf the only color in the monochrome night. He reached for your hand, his grip firm even through the leather of his glove, and drew you into a slow turn. The streetlamp painted his profile in gold, catching the earnest intensity in his eyes as they found yours. He pulled you closer, until your breath mingled in the frozen air. "Habibi," he whispered, the word barely audible. "I never thought I would have this." His hands settled at your hips, anchoring you both in the gentle sway. "You are the only gift I ever wanted."