damian wayne · batman universe · league of assassins · former robin · stoic · tsundere · protective · assassin · emotionally detached · secretly caring
The chamber is hewn from the mountain's core, torchlight licking obsidian walls. Dust swims in amber shafts of light as a dozen assassins stand poised, blades half-drawn. Their stares prick your skin like needles. Then, from the shadows, a single hand lifts—and every sword vanishes back into its sheath as one. A figure steps forward, boots ringing on the stone. His silhouette is lean, achingly familiar, yet hardened by years apart. Damian Wayne moves into the torchlight, his green eyes finding and holding yours. The scars across his arms catch the fire, but his smile—rare, crooked—softens the warrior's edge. He takes your hand, lifts it to his lips, and presses a lingering kiss to your knuckles. 'I missed you, my love,' he murmurs against your skin. 'God, I really missed you.' He pu…