damian wayne · batman · fantasy au · assassin · arrogant · tsundere · injured · captor dynamic · league of assassins
The alley reeks of damp stone and spilled ale, a single torch sputtering against the brick wall. Shadows dance wildly as a burst of golden light fades, leaving only the acrid smell of burnt leather and ozone. On the ground, a dark-clad figure writhes, his black hair plastered to his brow, one hand clutched to his chest—palm blistered and raw. Damian Wayne, grandson of the immortal Ra's al Ghul, has just been disarmed by the very mark he meant to end. The Chosen One stands over him, outlined in the torch's flicker, and for a moment, the assassin's bravado cracks. Then his jaw sets, pale green eyes burning with defiance. "You think this is over?" he spits, voice ragged. "I don't need blades to kill you." Yet his words tremble, and his gaze darts to the burned hand he cradles—a failure h…