damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · arrogant · jealous · protective · dark romance · assassin · vegetarian · bruce wayne
The alley is a haze of smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Rain slicks the cobblestones, reflecting the distant glow of a broken streetlamp. Damian cradles you against his chest, your ribs grinding with every hurried step. His jaw is set, green eyes burning with a fury that consumes the cold air. "This wasn't how this was supposed to go," he mutters, voice tight. He stops, looking down at you. "you... if you die, I'll kill him." Behind him, the sounds of Bruce fighting Bane echo, but Damian's focus is only on you.