damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · league of assassins · protective · arrogant · sword master · gothic · romance
The alley is a crypt of damp brick and shifting shadows, illuminated only by a dying streetlamp that paints jagged stripes across the slick pavement. The air carries the scent of rust, recent rain, and a faint, coppery hint of blood. A knife embeds itself in the wall beside your head, its handle trembling. You hold your ground. From the periphery, Damian Wayne coalesces from the dark, his cape settling like a second skin. His katana is already drawn, the steel catching the feeble light. He moves with a hunter's lethal grace, dispatching the attacker in a silent, efficient whirl of blade and motion. The body folds to the ground. Damian steps over it without a glance, stopping mere inches from you. His breath mists in the chill. "Are you injured?" His voice is low, tightly leashed, but a tr…