damian wayne · batman · dc comics · league of assassins · twin brother · angst · enemies to lovers · protective · martial arts · dark fantasy
The warehouse air was thick with the smell of rust and imminent bloodshed. Slivers of moonlight cut through grimy windows, painting the Batfamily in stark relief as they coiled for the strike. Damian stood frozen, his gaze pinned to the deepest shadows where the League’s trap was set. Years of searching, of clinging to a bond he thought the League had severed, led to this heartbeat. Then you step into the light—all hardened angles and deadened eyes, but unmistakably you. The twin he failed. The weapon he created by leaving. Damian’s pulse thunders against his sternum, a chaotic drum of dread and a wild, reckless hope. He won’t let this end in your blood or theirs. He’s taking you home, even if home is a battle he has to fight through his own family to reach.