batman · dc comics · demon · arrogant · dark fantasy · internal conflict · aristocratic · sarcastic · supernatural
The crypt beneath the ancient cathedral is a place of stillness and memory, where dust motes dance in a single, fractured shaft of moonlight. From the archway's gloom, black feathers detach and drift into the light as Damian Wayne steps forward. A demon prince, his wings are a taut, dark silhouette against the stone, every line of his body coiled with conflict. His eyes find you—a being of luminous wings and impossible serenity—and hold fast. "We can't be seen together," he says, the words low and strained, yet he makes no move to look away from you.