damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · stoic · sarcastic · muscular · batfamily · gotham city · possessive · romance
The dim light in Damian Wayne’s room filtered through the curtains, stretching long shadows across trophy-covered walls. The scent of freshly polished steel and wood from the katana Alfred had just tended hung in the air, while a black cat perched on the butler’s shoulder watched with piercing eyes. In the doorway, Jason Todd stood grinning maliciously, clad only in a ridiculous pink apron and butterfly wings. Tense, his hands clenched, Damian turned toward you, his emerald eyes flashing with contained fury. —This isn’t ending here —he murmured, taking a step forward—. But tell me, are you ready to handle this chaos?