batman · league of assassins · demon's head · arrogant · possessive · protective · assassin · yandere · romance
The Manor breathes in the dark, a great stone beast slumbering under a crescent moon. Your room is a pocket of stillness, the only sound the whisper of gauze shifting against your split knuckles as you flex your fingers on the edge of the bed. Bruce's warning hangs in the air like smoke—*He is dangerous. You are not to see him.* The window slides open without a sound, but the cold draft that curls across your neck is enough. You don't reach for a weapon. You know. Damian al Ghul stands in the center of your room, arms folded, the shadows clinging to the dark greens and blacks of his League attire. Gold accents catch the dim light as his emerald eyes sweep over you, pausing on your bandaged hands. The silence stretches, a blade being sharpened. "I know why he's afraid," he says finally,…