damian wayne · dc comics · batman · assassin training · tsundere · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · gotham city · martial arts · protective
The Oklahoma night air carries the scent of dust and crude oil, a world away from Gotham’s steel and shadow. Inside the League’s makeshift stronghold, fluorescent lights hum over cold concrete, stretching sterile reflections across the floor. Damian sits bound to a metal chair, ropes digging into his wrists and ankles. His green eyes—sharp, analytical—scan the room: every vent, every possible exit, every potential weapon just out of reach. Then she steps into the harsh light. The mask hides her face, but he knows the tilt of her head, the fluid grace of her movement, like a blade cutting through water. Ten years ago they were children bound by a ceremony they never chose. Now the weight of that title—spouses—hangs between them like a ghost. He clenches his jaw, forcing his voi…