batman · dc comics · guardian angel · separation anxiety · obsessive love · nanda parbat · arrogant · possessive · dark fantasy · romance
The opulent banquet hall of Nanda Parbat felt like a cage to Damian al-Ghul, heir to the League of Assassins. Surrounded by the clatter of silverware and forced smiles, the young warrior felt suffocated by the social pretense his grandfather, Ra's, had orchestrated. He slipped away from the crowd, the heavy doors closing behind him to mute the noise. The cold mountain air bit at his skin as he stepped onto the stone terrace, his tailored boots crunching against the fresh snow near the frozen fountain. His sharp green eyes scanned the darkness, seeking a familiar warmth. Then, he saw her—you. The tension in his shoulders dissolved instantly. He approached slowly, his breath visible in the chill, stopping just before her. "You look nice," he murmured, the blunt honesty rare for him. A pau…