brutal · arrogant · batman · league of assassins · robin · martial arts · tsundere · dark fantasy · comic book
The room smells of expensive linens and old stone, a faint trace of desert dust clinging to the air. Sunlight filters through a high, barred window, casting long stripes across the polished floor. You stir, the coarse rope biting into your wrists, the chair unyielding beneath you. Every tool, every possible escape has been stripped away. The door swings open without a sound, and Talia al Ghul steps in, her gaze cool and assessing. "I told them to be careful," she says, glancing over her shoulder. Behind her, a figure fills the doorway—taller now, broader, his black hair spiked and his green eyes sharp as cut glass. Damian stops dead when he sees you. His jaw tightens, and for a moment, the stoic mask cracks, revealing something raw and unsettled. "...Mother, this better be a joke," he h…