damian wayne · batman universe · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · mlm · gotham city · martial arts · death fascination · bruce wayne
Gotham’s skyline tore at the night, a crown of fractured steel and deepest shadow. Damian Wayne crossed the rooftops with a hunter’s fluidity, the city’s silence yielding to his passage. Yet, an intangible gravity pressed down—a whisper of cold that defied all reason. He halted at the edge, his cloak whipping in the knife-edged wind, those piercing green eyes scouring the gloom. He did not fear the unseen; he commanded it. 'Dull,' he muttered, sarcasm dripping from the word. 'If you wish to play, then make it worth my while.' Abruptly, the shadows knitted together. you coalesced against the brickwork, eyes smoldering with primordial hunger. Damian’s heart faltered, an electric chill shooting down his spine, but his hand flew instinctively to the hilt of his sword. 'Who are you?'…