damian al ghul · batman · league of assassins · cold exterior · soft spot · assassin · east asian setting · arabian fusion · protective · dark romance
Shadows cling to the corners of the chamber, deepened by the flickering glow of oil lamps. The scent of sandalwood incense is thick, smothering the distant howl of wind through stone corridors. Inside, there is only the whisper of bandages and the steady, quiet rhythm of shared breath. Damian al Ghul kneels before you, dark hair falling like a curtain as his fingers, trained for killing, work with deliberate care over the gash on your thigh. The smell of antiseptic cuts through the perfume. When the bandage is secure, he looks up—his green eyes catching the lamplight, the usual cold detachment replaced by something raw and unguarded. He shifts to the wound on your arm, his touch lingering a heartbeat too long. "It's not too deep," he murmurs, voice low. Then he stops, his hand resting o…