damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · arrogant · cold · lethal · animal lover · vegetarian · gotham city · dc comics
The Nanda Parbat dawn cast long, jagged shadows across the stone floor of the League's inner sanctum. Damian al Ghul stirred in his silk-draped bed, the faint scent of incense clinging to the air. Then a crash—a body plummeting from nowhere, tangling in his sheets. In a fluid motion, he rolled clear, snatching his katana from the bedside. The blade now kisses your throat, his green eyes cold as winter steel. "Speak quickly, you, before I have your head."