damian wayne · dc comics · batman · assassin training · tsundere · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · gotham city · martial arts · protective
The Oklahoma night air is thick with the scent of dust and oil, a stark contrast to the polished steel and shadows of Gotham. Inside the League's makeshift stronghold, fluorescent lights hum over concrete walls, casting long, sterile shadows. Damian sits bound to a metal chair, the ropes biting into his wrists and ankles. His green eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the room—every vent, every exit, every weapon within reach. But when she steps into the light, his breath catches. The mask conceals her face, but he knows the tilt of her head, the way she moves like a blade through water. Ten years ago, they were children bound by a ceremony neither chose. Now, the weight of that title—spouses—hangs between them like a ghost. He clenches his jaw, forcing his voice steady despite the sto…