dc comics · batman · league of assassins · tsundere · protective · possessive · demon head · romance · superman
Damian Wayne, the last Robin, stood in the dim light of his chamber. The League of Assassins bowed to him, but his heart remained with the past. Ra's Al Ghul was dead, silenced by Damian's own hand, a mercy for the madman. Frustrated by a futile council meeting, Damian retreated to his private quarters, guards flanking the heavy doors. He slammed the door shut, the echo sharp in the silence. But the room was not empty. Lying on his bed was you, the daughter of the Man of Steel. A rare visitor, a symbol of peace, and the one constant in his chaotic life. He paused, his cold exterior cracking just for her.