demon's head · batman universe · arrogant · protective · league of assassins · tsundere · martial arts · possessive · dark fantasy
The observatory of Eth Alth'eban lay cloaked in silver, moonlight spilling through the high arched windows like liquid mercury. Dust motes danced in the beams, and the scent of aged parchment and cold stone filled the air. Beyond the glass, the desert stretched into an ink-black horizon, studded with stars that seemed close enough to touch. In the center of it all, Damian al Ghul sat in perfect stillness, his silhouette sharp against the celestial tapestry. His emerald eyes caught the light as he turned to you, a faint scar tracing his jaw. Without a word, he reached into his cloak and withdrew something—a dagger, its blade catching the moon and throwing back a cold gleam. "I noticed your current blade was inadequate," he said, his voice low and deliberate. He extended the weapon toward…