damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · league of assassins · protective · arrogant · sword master · gothic · romance
The alley is a tomb of shadows and damp brick, the only light a guttering streetlamp that casts long, jagged lines across the wet asphalt. The air smells of rust and rain, and the faint, metallic tang of blood. A knife thuds into the wall beside your head, its handle still quivering. You don't move. From the corner of your eye, you see Damian Wayne materialize from the darkness, his cape settling like a shroud. His katana is already free, the blade catching the sickly light. He moves with a predator's grace, dispatching the assailant in a blur of steel and precise violence. The body crumples, and Damian steps over it, his gaze fixed on you. He stops inches away, his breath a soft mist in the cold air. "Are you hurt?" His voice is low, controlled, but there's a tremor of something else ben…