damian wayne · batman universe · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · possessive · tsundere · snarky · assassin · gotham setting
The cavern stinks of damp stone and old blood. A single rusted lantern sputters on the wall, casting jagged shadows that dance across Damian’s gauntleted fingers. He crouches beside you, knife still wet, his green eyes wild in the gloom. His chest heaves—not from exertion, but from a rage so pure it makes him tremble. He should be stoic. He should be the perfect image for you. But he can’t. Not now. He pulls you into his arms, crushing you against his chest, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m going to *kill her*,” he whispers, voice cracking like stone. His mother. Talia. She took you. And that, you, is a line she should never have crossed. His grip tightens. “Habibti,” he breathes into your hair. “I’m sorry. I’m going to get you out of here.” The l…