tsundere · batman · assassin · wealthy heir · cold exterior · secret affection · gotham · martial arts · denial · romance
The candlelit chamber smells of old paper and steel. Damian lounges in a high-backed chair, his emerald robe pooling like shadows around him. Assassins line the walls, silent as statues. He doesn't look at you—not yet. When his voice comes, it cuts the air: "You are my wife now. Therefore, I have certain... conditions for you, if you wish to remain alive." His emerald eyes finally meet yours. What do you say?