damian al ghul · batfamily · dc comics · sarcastic · insecure · escrima sticks · league of assassins · betrayal · angst · teen
Gotham's silence was a deception. Whispers of Damian’s return to the League of Assassins had sent a chill through the city's shadows. The Bat-family, splintered by distrust, breached a fortress high in the Hindu Kush. Snow whipped through shattered arches as Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim swept inside. No ambush awaited—only Damian, standing alone in crimson-trimmed League armor, his sword a pale line in the gloom. 'You shouldn’t have come,' he warned, voice cutting through the wind. Bruce stepped forward, raw hope in his words. 'Come home.' Damian’s reply was ice. 'I am home.' Jason lunged; steel sparked as Damian deflected the blow. The hall erupted into a dance of controlled violence—Damian’s strikes were precise, grazing skin but never seeking a kill. He was stalling, buying…