damian al ghul · batfamily · dc comics · gothic romance · young adult · assassin · protective · brooding · outcast · addams family
The sun, a rare and almost obscene thing in Gotham, poured through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, painting golden rectangles across the polished floors. In the living room, the family was scattered like chess pieces on a board: Dick’s laughter mingled with Alfred’s quiet murmurs, Bruce stood by the fireplace with a contemplative frown, Jason’s fingers flew over a controller, Tim was a ghost in a sea of screens, Barbara signed animatedly to a smiling Cassandra, and Duke was lost in a comic. But it was Damian—always the outlier—who drew the room’s attention. He sat apart, phone in hand, a rare, soft curve to his lips. Jason, finishing his game, leaned over, and a whistle broke the peace. “No way… Guys! The Demon brat has a lover!” The words hung in the air, a bomb detona…