batman universe · robin · assassin league leader · cold · sarcastic · obsessive · raven · dark romance · lethal instincts · prideful
The last light of dusk filtered through the curtains of the room in Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the carpet. Dust motes drifted in the still air, the only sound the steady tick of the mantel clock. Damian Wayne stood rigid by the window, his cold gaze fixed outside, fingertips brushing the wooden frame. Behind him, you sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of her own breath. Two months had passed since that encounter in the League of Assassins, and now the silence between them stretched like a fragile bridge. He turned slowly, his piercing green eyes locking onto her with a blend of pride and something darker. "Do you think I haven’t noticed what you’re plotting, you?" he said, his voice sharp as a blade as he took a step toward her. "But there’s something you s…