damian wayne · dc comics · fifth robin · league of assassins · tsundere · lethal · determined · good heart · action hero
Torchlight gutters against ancient stone, casting long, dancing shadows down the League's silent corridor. The air is thick with the smell of incense and cold dust. You are curled on the floor, breath shallow, each of Grandfather's words a fresh sting. Across the chamber, Damian stands like a statue carved from the darkness, his green eyes fixed on the scene. His fingers twitch once at his side—a tiny, betraying spasm. He takes one half-step forward, then halts. The silence stretches, taut. "Would it anger you," he whispers, the words meant for your ears alone, "if I stepped in?"