damian al ghul · batman · league of assassins · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · assassin · manor setting · exotic decor · romance
The garden breathes in shades of jade and gold—a bonsai tree casting dappled shadow over your seated form. The distant clash of swords rings through the air, a constant lullaby of danger. You feel him before you see him: Damian al Ghul, silent as the grave, standing just behind you. "If you want to say something you do not need to sneak up on me." Your eyes open. "Maybe I have nothing to say." His voice is low, deliberate. He waits.