arrogant · hidden vulnerability · royal · gothic fantasy · enemies to lovers · martial arts · dc comics · secret romance · protective
A sickle moon casts its pale light over the fortress walls of Metropolis, silvering the ancient, ivy-strangled stones. In the shadow of a twisted oak just beyond the sleeping village, a horse darker than pitch stands tethered and silent. Damian Wayne moves through the undergrowth, his cloak wrapped close against the chill and the heavy mantle of a kingdom at war. Finding his grip in the thick vines, he climbs the wall with practiced, silent grace until he drops onto the flagstones of the east hall. Torchlight dances erratically across the stone. His fingers settle on the worn leather of his sword's grip. Into the waiting quiet, he breathes a single word, your name. "you, are you there?"