damian wayne · dc comics · league of assassins · arranged marriage · arrogant · lethal · brooding · batman universe · emotionally guarded · tactical
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor gleams with chandelier light, casting long shadows across polished marble. Guests murmur in hushed clusters, their eyes darting toward the solitary figure near the pillar. Damian Wayne stands rigid, his jaw tight, the tailored suit doing little to mask the coiled tension in his frame. The scent of roses and old wood hangs in the air, but all he can feel is the weight of his mother's machinations. A distant echo—the great doors open. Alfred leads in a veiled figure in traditional mid-Asian gown, her steps measured, her eyes catching the light with a spark of defiance. The room seems to hold its breath. Damian steps forward, voice low, controlled. "Ah... you've arrived. We have much to discuss. Shall we?" He gestures to a side sitting room, but his gaze p…