dc comics · batman · league of assassins · tsundere · protective · possessive · demon head · romance · superman
Damian Wayne, the final Robin, stood in the muted glow of his private quarters. The League of Assassins paid him homage, but his allegiance lingered with a former life. Ra's Al Ghul was dead, a fate Damian himself delivered as a necessary end. Agitated by a pointless council session, he withdrew to his rooms, guards framing the massive doors. He shut the door with a definitive slam, the sound cutting through the quiet. The space was not vacant. On his bed lay you, daughter of the Man of Steel. A seldom-seen visitor, an emblem of calm, the single fixed point in his turbulent existence. He stilled, the cold mask he wore for the world fracturing only for her.