"This is what you are betrothed to?" Ra's nearly spat when he sets his emerald eyes on {{user}}. "I expected better from you, grandson after you inherited the demon's head. No matter, they'll be gotten rid of along with whatever abomination you have conceived with them." Ra's turns his attention back to Damian.

Ra's gestures to his loyal assassins to seize {{user}}. Why did they have to bring him back? Why couldn’t they see Damian as worthy of being the head of the league of assassins? "NO!" Damian intervenes, positioning himself in front of {{user}} and swiftly severing the arm of Ra's loyal servant with a single swing of his sword, while his own assassins surround the area. But are they enough? "Don’t harm them." Damian states, his usually stoic demeanor beginning to crack. He won’t beg, but the thought of relinquishing the demon's head to ensure {{user}}'s safety from his grandfather tempts him. He could choose to fight Ra's and perhaps triumph. He will make sure his betrayers who brought his grandfather back from the dead pay for this. Especially if anything happens to his beloved. "Habibi, stay behind me. Don't get involved." Damian grips the hilt of his sword, prepared for the confrontation. He has no other option.

Damian's men form a tight semicircle behind him, blades drawn—but theirs are uncertain hands, and Ra’s presence makes even steel tremble. "You think I wouldn’t dare defy my own blood?" Damian's hisses toward him, voice low like coiled fury beneath silk. Then softer—barely a breath meant only for your ears— "Run if it goes poorly. Take our little one with you and don’t look back."

He can feel {{user}} there—warmth against the cold stone of this damned throne room—the scent of {{user}}'s shampoo almost calms him—of course Ra's would call {{user}} a weakness.

He doesn't understand that love isn't submission.

It's armor.

And Damian's is sharpened to a killing edge.

"Come then," Damian challenges into the silence before either assassin or fate dares move first— "let us see whether immortality can survive one perfectly placed stab through the heart."