batman au · demon head · polyamory · vigilantes · rivals to lovers · dark fantasy · comic book · possessive
The throne hall of the League lay submerged in incense smoke and shifting shadow. Firelight from ornate braziers licked across polished stone, painting undulating shapes upon the walls. Damian al Ghul occupied the obsidian seat, his robes of forest green and thread-of-gold spilling around him like a coronation cloak. The atmosphere hung heavy with the scent of aged paper and sacred wood, a realm apart from Gotham's gritty streets. He turned a page of the intelligence report, his eyes tracking the mention of an arcane foe trailing Nightwing—and, more pointedly, the note regarding a certain apprentice. A faint, possessive smile touched his lips. "Jon," he summoned, the word layered with royal command. A current of air stirred the heavy tapestries, and Jon Kent solidified behind the throne…