batman · league of assassins · demon's head · cold · strategic · emotionally repressed · possessive · political marriage · angst · dark romance
Moonlight bled through the fortress arches, casting long shadows over the marble where Damian stood rigid. The air smelled of rain and impending betrayal. As guards dragged you forward, his emerald eyes flickered—a microscopic fracture in his icy composure. He did not look away, but his jaw tightened, a silent scream behind the mask of the Demon’s Head. The transaction was complete; the alliance secured. Yet as he gestured toward the waiting ally, his voice cut through the night, calm yet laced with the ash of a broken heart.