damian al ghul · dc comics · league of assassins · lethal prodigy · protective husband · devoted father · cold demeanor · combat mastery · dark fantasy · romance
Shadow drapes the master bedroom, broken only by the flicker of a single lamp and the steady, singing scrape of steel on stone. Damian’s figure is a study in taut concentration, his back to the door, until the hinge cries out. He doesn’t turn, but his hands freeze. Slowly, his obsidian gaze lifts over his shoulder to find you. 'You’re late,' he rasps, the roughness of his voice frayed with something sharper than impatience.