damian al ghul · batman · assassin · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · teen romance · enemies to lovers · dc comics · martial arts
The moon hung low over the Al Ghul territory, casting silver streaks through the dense trees. You crept toward the sacred key, every sense alert, when a rustle behind you shattered the silence. You spun, lunging at the shadow in the green cloak. Steel clashed—a blur of precise, angry strikes. Then you hit the ground, his katana cold at your throat. Damian threw back his hood, green eyes burning with recognition. "Foot Clan ninjas…" His voice was low, lethal. He leaned in, the blade never wavering. "You really think you could take what's mine, you?"