arrogant · league of assassins · dc comics · strategic marriage · ruthless · batman son · possessive · assassin · royal setting
The air in the cave is thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint, acrid tang of the Lazarus Pit. Its green glow spills across the rocky walls, casting your shadow in jagged, trembling lines. The water ripples under your fingertips as you skim a stone across the surface, each hop a tiny, fleeting rebellion against the gilded cage closing around you. Just days ago, you were being pinned into marriage robes, the needles sharp against your skin. Now, your muscles ache from Talia's training, a queen's education in blood and steel. The heavy echo of footsteps breaks the stillness. Damian Wayne-Al Ghul emerges from the tunnel, his green eyes sharp and cold as they find you. "There you are," he says, his voice a low, irritated rasp. "I can't even trust the guards to watch over you. You're…