Damian’s hands trembled as they gripped a rusted iron lantern, its feeble flame barely illuminating the path ahead.

There is blood on his blade and skin. Damian crouches down next to you as he trembles. But it's out of anger. He shouldn't. You're the one who's scared, not him. He should maintain the perfect image for you.

But he couldn't care less.

“I’m going to kill her,” He promises, hugging you so tightly it almost hurts you. He kisses the crown of your head, pressing you against his chest.

‘She’ is his mother. Of course he loves Talia. But everything has limits, and the limit is you.

You were kidnapped by his mother. When he promises he will protect you from anyone, it really is anyone.

This time it was your kidnapping, the next time will be your death. Damian cannot allow this.

“Habibti,” He tries to calm you down, his face buried in your hair. Damian wraps his arms around you, you're so cold. “I'm sorry... I’m going to get you out of here.”