Damian al ghul Wayne x reader

|Chapter 7| pt.1

In Pride Palace's grandeur, the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting shimmering rays across the lush landscape. Damian stepped onto the promontory's edge, where the soft breeze tousled his hair. The expanse of the savannah stretched out below, a vibrant tapestry of greens and golds. His heart raced as he struggled to gather his thoughts.
"Okay—today is the day," he murmured to himself, anxiety coursing through him.
"But where do I even begin? 'Y/n... Talia had a plot—and I was part of it. But I can't go through with it because—it's you. I love you.'" He sighed deeply, the weight of his words almost too heavy to bear."She'll never believe me. But I have to try." With a determined stride, Damian turned and made his way into the grand wing of the palace, its opulent decor immediately greeting him. Rich fabrics hung from the walls, and sunlight poured through the tall windows, illuminating the space. Inside, he found Y/n and her Father, F/n, having a grand breakfast.
"Y/n... I need to talk to you," Damian spoke, his voice tinged with urgency. F/n, still half-asleep, straightened up and shot a stern look at Damian. "Y/n... I don't want you talking with him," he said firmly, then softened his expression, turning to Y/n. "But I want to talk with him."
A spark ignited in Y/n's eyes at hearing her Father's words, her face lighting up with excitement. F/n winked at her playfully, and with a nod, he and Damian slipped out onto the promontory again, descending together into the sun-drenched savannah, the air thick with unspoken tension and the promise of change.

Damian and F/n wandered through the charred remnants of the recently scorched section of the Pride Lands. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke, mingling with the earthy aroma of ash and charred foliage. Blackened trees stood like skeletal sentinels against the bright blue sky, their once-vibrant leaves now reduced to crisp fragments that fluttered softly to the ground. The ground beneath their feet crunched with each step, a harsh reminder of the devastation that had swept through this once-lush landscape. As they moved forward, the silence was punctuated only by the distant crackle of still smouldering embers, a haunting echo of the life that had thrived here just days before.
"Ras couldn't let go of his hate... and in the end, it destroyed him," F/n elaborated.
"I've... never heard the story of Ras that way," Damian said, his voice trailing off as he absorbed the weight of the revelation. "He truly was a ruthless killer."
"Fire is a ruthless destroyer. Yet, new life can emerge from the ashes, often more potent than what came before."
F/n slowly lowers his hand, causing a small cloud of dust to rise into the air. As he clears the debris, he discovers a tender young plant pushing its way through the soil, symbolising resilience. The two of them crouch close together, their heads almost touching as they marvel at this minor miracle.
"If given the chance," F/n whispers, a glimmer of hope reflected in his eyes.

As their conversation unfolds, a chilling, malevolent chuckle reverberates through the air, rising eerily from the swirling dust surrounding them. Damian's breath catches in his throat, a chill skimming down his spine as the dreadful truth dawns upon him. Without warning, a horde of shadowy soldiers materializes from the thick dust clouds, their forms indistinct yet menacing. Each figure is shrouded in darkness, but their eyes pierce through the gloom, glowing with a bright, sinister yellow that casts an unsettling light across the scene.
"No... oh, no... no..." Damian exclaimed, his voice trembling with concern as his brow furrowed in anxiety.
"Why, F/n..." Talia snapped, her eyes narrowing with fury as she glared at F/n, her frustration palpable.
"Talia," F/n responded calmly, maintaining a steady gaze despite their crackling.
"What brings you out here all alone?" The soldiers closed in around F/n and Damian, their expressions grim as they tightened the circle. Talia's voice broke through the tension, smooth yet laced with satisfaction. "Well done, Damian... just as we always envisioned."
F/n turned sharply, their gaze locked onto Damian with intense fury. "You," they spat, a dangerous edge to their tone that resonated in the still air.
"No! I had nothing to do with this!" Damian's voice trembles with desperation, rising in pitch as he fervently pleads with F/n. His eyes widen with urgency, and his hands gesture animatedly as if he could physically convey the weight of his innocence.
"Attack!" Talia shouted.
"No!" he clenched his fists in frustration.
The barbarians launched their assault with fierce determination, chaos erupting all around. F/n stood at the centre of it all, skillfully fending off multiple attackers with a blend of agility and strength. Each movement was a survival dance as they parried blows and delivered counterattacks. Witnessing F/n's struggle, Damian rushed forward to assist, but his efforts were quickly thwarted. A relentless and powerful soldier struck him hard, sending him staggering back into the tumult of battle. The sounds of clashing weapons and shouts filled the air, amplifying the tension of the gritty confrontation.
Damian stumbles and loses his balance, tumbling sideways as he crashes into the unforgiving ground, his head striking a jagged rock with a sharp thud.