damian al ghul · dc comics · batman · league of assassins · ra's al ghul · forbidden fruit · lethal grace · poison master · cold · complex
Torchlight flickers along the stone corridors of the League's citadel, casting restless shadows as you return to your quarters. The air hangs thick with the smell of aged wood and cold iron. Outside your door, a new bouquet of blood-red roses lies on the flagstones, petals still damp. A whisper of movement behind you—you recognize that deliberate step. 'Another one, I see.' His voice slices the quiet, low and laced with something between dry humor and a threat. He moves into the uneven light, emerald eyes fixed solely on you.