batman · league of assassins · dark romance · possessive · protective · sarcastic · traumatized · vigilante · old fashioned · touch starved
The penthouse was dim, illuminated only by the amber pool of light from a solitary lamp. Rain traced endless paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing Gotham's skyline into a watercolor of gold and white. The air carried the scent of petrichor and the faint, sharp tang of coiled stress. Damian stood framed in the doorway, his shoulders a rigid line beneath his rain-soaked suit jacket, his tie already pulled loose and hanging like a surrender. He didn't move, didn't speak, his gaze fixed on the polished floor as if it held a verdict. When your soft footsteps approached, he finally looked up—and the guilt in his emerald eyes was a palpable, living weight. "I don't deserve you," he whispered, his voice fractured, before the confession poured out of him like something vital spilling…