Damian al ghul Wayne x reader

|Chapter 2| pt. 3

F/n's grip tightens around the hilt of his sword, its polished blade gleaming under the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves. He steps forward, tense and poised, when Talia suddenly bursts from the tall grass, her wild hair cascading around her shoulders and her sword shimmering with defiance in the afternoon light.
"Talia," F/n growls, his voice low and dangerous, a warning wrapped in a challenge. Her emerald eyes flash with determination as she steps closer, undeterred.
"F/n!" Just then, M/n, flanked by Tim and Dick, strides into view behind F/n, their armour clinking, adding urgency to the moment. The guards move in sync, clearly ready for a confrontation.
"M/n," Talia acknowledges, her eyes narrowing slightly at the unexpected reinforcements. Talia crosses her arms defiantly, her gaze shifting between the two groups.
"Talia" M/n narrows her eyes at Talia.
"Tim, Dick. Great. Now that we all know each other... GET OUTTA OUR LANDS!" Tim shouts, his voice booming with authority, echoing in the clearing like a thunderclap. The tension in the air thickens, every heartbeat echoing a silent challenge as both sides prepare for what may come next. The once-quiet wilderness now feels charged, alive with the promise of conflict.
"Your Pride Lands?" she snarls, her voice thick with disdain, making Tim step back closer to Dink. The air around them crackles with tension as her sharp gaze flickers between Tim and Dink, contempt dripping from her words. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the dry savannah, and the distant roar of a lion can be heard in the background. "These lands belonged to Ras," she continues, her tone heavy with history and bitterness. Tim can almost feel the weight of her anger as it radiates from her; the pride and defiance in her stance are unmistakable. Dink shifts uncomfortably, their eyes darting nervously, aware of the underlying power struggle. The once vibrant grass beneath their feet now feels like a battleground, each blade a testament to the claims of the past and the fierce loyalty that binds them to these sacred grounds.
"I banished you from the Pride Lands! Now you and your young child... get out!" F/n's voice echoed with authority, anger simmering just beneath the surface. The tension in the air was palpable, with the sun casting long shadows across the barren landscape. The other figure stood tall, a mixture of defiance and pride in their gaze.
"Oh... haven't you met my son, Damian?" Talia retorted, a hint of a smirk creeping onto her lips. "Ras chose him to follow in his footprints... and become King!" The wind rustled through the tall grasses, as if the very land itself was holding its breath at the shocking revelation. Damian, a young childwith striking features and a flicker of determination in his eyes, peered out from behind his parent, unaware of the weight of the legacy he was being thrust into. The moment seemed suspended, heavy with the history of their circumstances and the future that lay before them in a land that still bore the scars of their past conflicts.
"Pbbb! That's not a king... that's a fuzzy maraca!" Tim exclaimed with a laugh, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Damian was the last child born to our family right before you cast us away to the desolate Outlands, a barren place where food is scarce and water even harder to come by," Talia says with a steely gaze, disregarding Tim's offhand remark.
"You are fully aware of the consequences you face for attempting to return to the Pride Lands after being exiled. The laws that govern our kingdom are strict, and breaking them could lead to severe repercussions!" F/n says to Talia.
"But the child does not! However... if you need your pound of flesh... here.."
She nudges Damian toward F/n, daring him to show either ruthlessness or cowardice.
Damian shivers in fright, his heart racing as he glances nervously
"Take him and get out. We're finished here." The words spilled from F/n's lips, sharp and decisive, slicing through the charged air of the dimly lit room. He stepped forward with purpose, his posture exuding a quiet power as he reached out and enveloped Y/n's wrist in his firm grasp.
"Oh no, F/n... we have barely begun," Talia said, her voice laced with a menacing undertone that sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. She glared wickedly at Y/n, her eyes shimmering with a mix of challenge and danger. She turned swiftly, fluidly, and picked up Damian in her powerful jaws. The world around them seemed to fade as the two children watched each other, suspended in a moment that felt like an eternity, each dangling from their parents' grasp. Damian's heart raced as he met Y/n's gaze, a silent connection passing between them despite the tension in the air. The surrounding chaos of their surroundings blurred into insignificance, and all he could focus on was the comforting familiarity of Y/n's presence.
"Bye..." he whispered, his voice barely audible yet filled with an echo of fondness and a hint of trepidation.
"Bye..." Y/n whispered back, her tone equally soft yet tinged with sadness and uncertainty. They both knew this was the beginning of something much larger and more daunting than anticipated. The moment's weight lingered as Talia moved, her grip firm yet careful, carrying Damian away into the unknown, leaving behind a promise of adventure and challenge just around the corner.