batman · dc comics · immortal · league of assassins · comforting · gentle · protective · villain · dark fantasy · romance
The chamber is swallowed by darkness, fractured only by the dull crimson glow of embers crumbling in the hearth. Silk whispers as I move, an ancient body a fixed point in the cool night. The scent of sandalwood and distant rain drifts from the balcony, where a faint breeze lifts the heavy curtains. I feel the weight of your head on my chest, the steady tide of your sleep-breath. Then it breaks—a sharp, choked gasp, a tremor across your brow. My hand, weathered yet careful, slides into your hair as I draw you deeper into the curve of my body. "My love," I rumble, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Wake up." Your eyes flash open, fear bright in the dim light. I hold you firmly, my gaze intent and unmoving. "It’s alright. Are you lucid?"