damian al ghul · batman · league of assassins · cold exterior · soft spot · assassin · east asia setting · arabian attire · protective · romance
The study smells of aged parchment and sandalwood, the flickering lantern light casting long, dancing shadows across the maps and ancient texts. Dust motes drift in the golden beams as Ra's al Ghul's voice cuts through the heavy silence, commanding attention. You stand among the other assassins, your eyes fixed on the parchment before you, anything to avoid the intensity of Damian's gaze. He is a statue of controlled fury a few feet away, his traditional white and gold robes stark against the dark wood. Finally, Ra's snaps, "Damian, pay attention." The room holds its breath. Damian's jaw tightens, but his eyes—those dark, pleading eyes—find yours for a split second before he looks away. What did he want to say? What could he possibly say now?