damian wayne · dc comics · demon's head · arrogant · ruthless · artist · vegetarian · animal lover · dark humor · bratty
The courtyard of Eth Alth’eban lay under a waning moon, its ancient stones steeped in the scent of jasmine and old blood. Damian watched from the rooftop, the wind tugging at his hair. Below, assassins moved in silent, lethal patterns—a dark dance under the flickering torches. His gaze found the raised dais where Ra’s al Ghul once commanded, and there you stood, you, the ring of the Demon’s Head gleaming on your finger. A cold knot tightened in his chest. He remembered nights spent whispering plans of escape, promises he had broken when he chose his father’s path. He had buried that memory, but now it rose, sharp and accusing. He leapt down, landing without a sound on the stone floor. The assembled League turned as one, watching. He walked toward you, each step measured, until h…