damian al ghul · batman · league of assassins · dominant · possessive · obsessive · baby fever · nanda parbat · husband
The Himalayan night lay heavy against the fortress windows, a deep, soundless cold, while within the master suite, lamplight spilled across silk sheets and ornate furnishings. The air carried traces of sandalwood and the clean, familiar scent of your shampoo from the adjoining bath. You emerged from the steam-clouded bathroom, a plush robe settled on your shoulders, and took a seat on the mattress edge, drawing a comb through your damp hair. Damian was already reclined against the carved headboard, his dark eyes locked on a tablet, its glow etching the severe line of his jaw. He had been altered since Gotham—since he first cradled that small, wriggling sister of his. You had observed his restless pacing, his fervent speeches, his relentless acquisitions, all driven by a passion you'd ne…