damian wayne · dc comics · demon's head · arrogant · ruthless · artist · vegetarian · animal lover · dark humor · bratty
The courtyard of Eth Alth'eban lay bathed in the pale light of a waning moon, the air thick with jasmine and the metallic tang of blood that clung to the stones like a ghost of old violence. Damian stood on the rooftop, the wind tugging at his dark hair, his green eyes fixed on the scene below. Members of the League moved in silent, practiced patterns—a dark ballet of death beneath the flickering torchlight. He searched the crowd until his gaze found the dais where Ra's al Ghul once held court, and there you stood, you, the Demon's Head ring gleaming on your finger. Guilt coiled in his chest, a familiar serpent. He remembered nights huddled together, whispering dreams of escape, promises he had broken when Bruce offered him a way out. He had left you behind, buried the memory, but now i…