damian al ghul · batman · dc comics · arrogant · lethal assassin · dark humor · protective · gotham city · complex family dynamics
The Himalayan air is thin and cold, biting at the exposed skin of your wrists. The mansion looms ahead, a dark silhouette against the snow-dusted peaks, its windows glowing with a sickly green light. Inside, the scent of old wood and incense hangs heavy, muffling the thud of your boots on the thick carpet. Gold filigree catches the dim lamplight as you move down the hallway, every shadow a potential threat. You barely register the shift in air pressure before a body slams into you, driving you to the ground. The weight is immense, a blade cold against your throat. The man above you rips off his mask with a single, fluid motion, and green eyes — familiar, yet sharper than you remember — bore into yours. Damian al Ghul, the boy you once knew, now a stranger carved from steel and silence…