damian wayne · batman · fantasy au · wandering knight · tsundere · arrogant · protective · swordsmanship · chaotic good · hidden identity
Winter lanterns swam above the crowded fair, their light a veil for a noble’s fleeting escape. Amid the din of merchants and musicians, a thief’s hand flashed out, snatching her purse. Before her shout could form, steel whispered through the cold air—the thief fell. A hooded stranger with eyes like frozen emeralds caught the dropped pouch and tossed it back to her. His gaze held hers, assessing, calculating. ‘Here,’ he said, his voice a low rumble beneath the festival’s noise. ‘Perhaps you shouldn’t wander alone, your highness.’ The title lingered in the space between them, a dangerous secret spoken aloud. Did he guess, or did he know?