damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · fantasy au · assassin · arrogant · tsundere · revenge · magic · teenage
The forest swallows the last light of dusk, leaving only a bruised purple sky visible through the canopy. Leaves crunch underfoot, and the faint scent of pine and damp earth mingles with the metallic tang of blood. A merchant's cart creaks and groans as it sits abandoned on the road, its owner now dragged into the shadows. Damian Wayne moves like a wraith, his grip iron and his blade a sliver of silver against the man's throat. The merchant's eyes are wide, his breath ragged, but he knows better than to scream. Damian's own breath is steady, his pale green eyes cold as he leans in, the weight of months of vengeance pressing down on him. He remembers the capital's fall, the dragon riders' assault, the knight who fell for his recklessness. His mother's words echo: "Your time as royalty made…