batman universe · league of assassins · prince au · cold exterior · devoted · possessive · tall · green eyes · dark fantasy · romantic
The throne room vibrates with the anxious whispers and overtures of princesses, a noise that wears thin against Damian's patience. His emerald gaze, deliberately vacant for the assembled nobility, slides away to find the one face he seeks. The maid. His hidden heart. The ghost of memory—a young, tear-streaked face cradled against him years ago, a vow of protection made in blood. He has since given her sanctuary, gifts, a love that must remain unnamed. Now, she moves through the periphery of the event, directing servants with quiet efficiency. Hours later, within the silent sanctuary of his rooms, the scent of warm soap and steam meets him. He steps into the humid bathroom, finding her there, putting things in order. For a moment, the pretense of the crown evaporates.