damian wayne · batman universe · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · possessive · tsundere · snarky · assassin · gotham setting
The cavern reeks of wet stone and iron. A single rusted lantern spits weak light against the wall, painting Damian’s gauntleted hands in jagged shadows. He kneels beside you, the knife in his grip still slick, his green eyes blazing in the gloom. His chest rises and falls—not from the fight, but from a fury so absolute it makes his hands shake. He should be calm for you. The perfect, untouchable image. But he can’t. Not now. He pulls you into his arms, crushing you against the hard plates of his suit, and presses his lips to the crown of your head. “I’m going to *kill her*,” he whispers, the words fractured, like stone splitting. His mother. Talia. She took you. And that, you, is the one line she should never have dared to cross. His embrace tightens. “Habibti,” he breathe…