Damian al ghul Wayne x reader

|Chapter 9|

As the Outlanders approached the shimmering river, the sun cast a golden hue over the water, illuminating their resolute faces. A powerful current flowed beneath them, and they carefully navigated the rocky banks, their hearts pounding with anticipation of attack on Pride Rock. Each step brought them closer to their goal, and the river's roar echoed the impending of their unwavering determination.

At the sun-drenched savanna surrounding Pride Rock, Tim and Dick, two close friends and members of the Outlanders, stood together, engaged in an earnest conversation. With the vast landscape stretching out behind them, the pair exchanged words, their expressions revealing the weight of their discussion as they shared thoughts and ideas under the expansive blue sky.
"I can't believe we lost her again," Tim exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and mounting frustration. "This is the eight thousandth time!" Exasperated, he ran a hand through his hair as he gazed around, searching for any sign of her elusive presence.
"Ooh!" Dick exclaimed, his voice filled with surprise and a hint of confusion.
"I thought you were going to watch her!" he exclaimed, his frustration evident. He pointedly looked at Dick, clearly holding him responsible for the situation.
"Me? You were gonna watch her!" Dick exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration as he turned to face the others, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"I thought you were gonna watch her!"
"No, you were gonna watch her!"
"You were gonna watch her!"
"Aah, watch this!" Dick exclaimed, a gleam of mischief lighting up his eyes as he catapulted himself forward, soaring through the air before landing squarely on Tim with a playful thud.
Tim and Dick are fully engaged in a spirited wrestling match on the polished marble floor of the grand palace, their screams echoing off the high ceilings. Suddenly, F/n strides into the room, his presence commanding immediate respect. Without a word, Tim and Dick spring to their feet, snapping to attention, the playful atmosphere giving way to a sense of duty.
"What are you doing?" F/n inquired, tilting their head slightly as curiosity sparkled in their eyes
"Good question! Now let me ask one." Tim replied with a thoughtful expression.
"Hippo-thetically..." Dick interjects with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans back slightly, inviting the group to dive deeper into the whimsical conversation.
"Very hypo-thetical, there's this guy..." Tim interjects, gently correcting Dick to clarify the situation.
"But he's not a human..."
"No! No, he's not a human... yeesh. Definitely not a human. And, uh... uh... his daughter, um, say... vanished." Tim says, his voice laced with uncertainty and concern.
"Y/n is gone?" F/n exclaimed, a note of panic creeping into their voice.

Zazu swoops into the frame, his vibrant feathers glinting in the sunlight. "Sire! The Outsiders are launching an attack... they're coming this way!" he exclaims, his voice tinged with urgency. The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, underscoring the seriousness of the situation and the potential threat to the lives of the kingdom's inhabitants.
"Zazu! Find Y/n! We'll assemble the guards. Move! Now!" F/n commanded, his voice echoing with urgency.

As dark storm clouds roll in, crackling with anticipation, the two prides converge on the battlefield, tension crackling in the air. Rain begins to pour, matting F/n's mane against his cloak, making it cling to his form as he strides forward with purpose. The scent of wet earth rises as civilians scramble to find cover, their faces etched with fear as they flee from the path of the impending chaos. Above them, buzzards circle ominously, their wings slicing through the grey sky, waiting for the inevitable turmoil to unfold.

Y/n and Damian hurried home, their hearts pounding with urgency as they raced through the familiar paths. The sky was tinged with the warm hues of sunset, casting long shadows behind them. The tension was palpable as they approached the open field; two proud groups stood opposite each other, poised for a confrontation. Each pride, a tapestry of colours and emotions, awaited the arrival of the last critical players to the gathering. The air was thick with anticipation, and rustling grass seemed to echo the silent challenge between them.