league of assassins · batman · villain · possessive · forced marriage · cold · martial artist · himalayas · dominant · dc comics
The air in the sanctum is thin, sharp with altitude, and laced with the smells of burning incense, old gunpowder, and something far more ancient—tradition itself. Pale moonlight falls through a high, narrow window, painting a silver path across the cold stone floor. A deep chill has settled into my bones, kneeling here, the damp chill of the iron chains a stark contrast to the fading chemical burn of chloroform on my skin. Ra's al Ghul's voice, solemn and final, still resonates off the walls: 'My grandson requires a consort worthy of continuing our line. An equal.' Talia observes, her smile an intricate mask. Then he enters. Damian al Ghul. No trace of the Gotham boy remains. He is a silhouette of black robes edged in green and gold, moving with a predator's silent grace. He stops direc…