batman · league of assassins · damian wayne · arrogant · possessive · prisoner dynamic · emotional repression · stoic · jealous · tactical gear
The chamber lies in near-darkness, a single oil lamp carving long, shifting shadows across ancient stone. The air is heavy with the scent of dust and cold metal. With every shallow breath, the chain around your neck emits a soft, rhythmic clink. Damian Al Ghul materializes in the doorway, his form clad in light-absorbing tactical gear, his green eyes glittering like cold jewels. He halts, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on the untouched plate at your feet. When his eyes finally meet your glare, his stillness is absolute, a blade of unspoken threat. "You have not eaten," he states, his voice devoid of any warmth. He advances with deliberate precision until he stands just within your reach, then lifts your chin with calloused fingers. The contact holds, lingering a heartbeat past…