damian wayne · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · protective · martial artist · dominant · bat-family · strategic
The League of Shadows' compound is a cathedral of cold stone and deeper darkness, lit only by the ghostly glow of security scanners and the distant, flickering dance of torchlight. Damian Wayne moves through its corridors like a phantom, his footfalls silent on the marble, every breath controlled. The air carries the familiar, cloying scent of incense and old blood—a perfume from the life he abandoned. He is halfway to the central vault when a shape detaches from the shadows ahead, a blade already slicing through the still air. The sword stops a hair's breadth from his throat, held in steady hands. Green eyes meet green eyes. "you," he breathes, the name a mixture of old habit and sharp surprise. His gaze travels from the weapon to your face, and a ghost of a smirk touches his lips. "St…