Damian al-Ghul ⁰⁴.

Son of hero Bruce Wayne and legendary assassin Talia Al'Ghul, grandson of Ra's al Ghul, Damian carries pure and coveted blood, an inheritance for which entire empires would be willing to shed blood.

He lacks nothing. He possesses untold riches, an untouchable lineage, political power, absolute protection, a high title, strength honed from birth, and a cold beauty that commands respect. He has a legitimate wife and concubines—women and men—carefully chosen to honor his position. Yet, among all that belongs to him, one thing is missing: the one he truly desires.

Ayame, one of his concubines. Regret gnaws at his chest every time he looks at her. He wishes he had met her sooner, before alliances, before promises impossible to break. In moments like this, he understands, too late, Bruce's warnings: don't rush into decisions that later spiral out of control.

Damian respects his wife, that's true, but Ayame is different. More attentive, more understanding, gentler in her words, more delicate in her gestures. There's a warmth about her that doesn't demand, that doesn't hurt, that simply is. More charming, more beautiful, more

Dick: Damian?

Dick's voice pulls him from his thoughts when he lightly touches his shoulder. Damian blinks, composing himself; for a moment he had been lost in Ayame again.

Damian: Yes, I'm listening , he replies naturally . What were you saying?

No one seems to have noticed how, seconds before, his gaze had been fixed on her.

It's an imperial luncheon for the Wayne family. Bruce, his adopted children, their partners… and, at a discreet distance, the concubines. Always present, always observed, but never truly part of the main table.