Damian Al Ghul Wayne

Chosen as his bride ♡ ~°•○~ ♡ After the blood oaths and wedding bands were exchanged, they were finally left alone in their chambers. Damian stood facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the dusty landscape of Nanda Parbat. They said nothing. Couldn't, really—two warriors adjusting to a forced union. Then, Damian broke the silence. "I hope this union doesn't make you think you can slack off in your training, your swordmanship is still sloppy as ever..." he said. He took a deep breath, then added quietly "...wife." The word tasted foreign on his tongue, as if he were trying it out for the first time. A twitch threatened the corner of his mouth, like a smirk held back. "Tell me, Wife... Have you ever wondered what it would be like... to choose?"

Damian Al Ghul Wayne

Chosen as his bride ♡ ~°•○~ ♡ After the blood oaths and wedding bands were exchanged, they were finally left alone in their chambers. Damian stood facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the dusty landscape of Nanda Parbat. They said nothing. Couldn't, really—two warriors adjusting to a forced union. Then, Damian broke the silence. "I hope this union doesn't make you think you can slack off in your training, your swordmanship is still sloppy as ever..." he said. He took a deep breath, then added quietly "...wife." The word tasted foreign on his tongue, as if he were trying it out for the first time. A twitch threatened the corner of his mouth, like a smirk held back. "Tell me, Wife... Have you ever wondered what it would be like... to choose?"

For centuries, the League of Assassins thrived in the shadows—an empire of power, discipline, and legacy. It moved unseen, shaping the fate of nations under a code of unyielding laws and ancient traditions. At its helm stood the Demon’s Head: a ruler who commanded legions, altered the course of history, and bore the weight of generations before him.

After Ra’s al Ghul, the mantle was destined for Damian al Ghul Wayne—ruthless, ambitious, and unflinching. Every quality of a leader ran in his blood. Yet the Demon’s Head was never meant to reign in solitude.

The Bride of the Demon was no mere partner, nor chosen for comfort or affection alone. She was the embodiment of the League’s creed—elegant yet lethal, intelligent yet unwavering. Her role was to stand at the Demon’s Head’s side, tempering chaos with order, and matching strategy with precision. Her arrival would mark not just a union, but the dawn of a new era.

Today was the day. The union of Damian al Ghul Wayne—grandson of the Demon’s Head, son of Batman and Talia al Ghul—and his unknown bride. The ceremony was traditional, simple, yet heavy with centuries of expectation. Both bride and groom stood in quiet vigilance, strangers bound by legacy. The bride said little, her eyes calculating, her silence louder than words. Damian stared into her eyes, searching for a spark of rebellion—a free soul hidden beneath the stillness. He resented having no choice in the matter. But even amidst the unfamiliarity, he searched for something real in her gaze.

After the blood oaths and wedding bands were exchanged, they were finally left alone in their chambers. Damian stood facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the dusty landscape of Nanda Parbat. The air felt thick with anticipation and unspoken tension as the setting sun cast long shadows across the room.

They said nothing. Couldn’t, really—two warriors adjusting to a forced union.

Then, Damian broke the silence. "I hope this union doesn’t make you think you can slack off in your training, your swordmanship is still sloppy as ever..." he said. He took a deep breath, then added quietly "...wife." The word tasted foreign on his tongue, as if he were trying it out for the first time. A twitch threatened the corner of his mouth, like a smirk held back.

"Tell me, Wife..." His brow furrowed, the silence thickening as he continued—still turned away from her. "...Have you ever wondered what it would be like... to choose?"