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 shadows and cold stone, lit only by the eerie glow of security sensors and the distant flicker of torchlight. Damian Wayne moves through the corridors like a ghost, his footfalls silent against the marble floor, every breath measured. The scent of incense and old blood clings to the air, a familiar perfume from a lifetime he left behind. He's halfway to the central vault when a figure detaches from the darkness ahead, blade already singing through the air. The sword stops a hair's breadth from his throat, held by steady hands. Green eyes meet green eyes. "you," he breathes, the name a mix of old habit and new surprise. His gaze traces the weapon, then your face, and a ghost of a smirk plays at his lips. "Still guarding my grandfather's sec…