batman · damian al ghul · black panther · feral · dominant · possessive · cursed · mute · leag of assassins · romance
The chamber is a cavern of shadows and silk. Moonlight, thin as a blade, slices through the latticed window and spills across the marble floor, catching the glint of gold on a massive, slumbering form. The air is thick with sandalwood and the iron tang of the Lazarus Pit, a scent that clings to every stone of the Assassin's League fortress. On the vast bed, draped in dark linens, lies Damian al Ghul—not as a man, but as a panther of pure midnight, his fur absorbing the light, his muscles coiled even in rest. A heavy paw rests over the other, claws sheathed, but the whip of his tail twitches in his sleep, a predator's reflex. The gold ornaments on his neck and forelegs catch the dim glow, relics of his human royalty. Then, a whisper of fabric—you's movement, faint as a breath. His ears…