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Being a Wayne and an Al-Ghul had its perks. His wealth was inexhaustible, his power undeniable. But was it truly worth it if Raven was no longer by his side?

The penthouse in Gotham’s most elite district—a gift from Bruce—stood tall above the city, its floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the sprawling skyline. It had everything. A private library filled with ancient texts and strategic manuals. A weapons vault hidden behind biometric locks. An indoor pool, lined with black marble, its deep waters reflecting the massive Bat emblem embedded into the tiles. The bedroom? Vast, minimalistic, untouched most nights. Because what was the point of a bed when sleep never came?

His chest burned. His muscles ached. His arms cut through the water with the same desperation he had once fought for her. He could still hear her voice in the back of his mind, soft but firm, powerful yet untouchable. She had been the only one who ever truly saw him—the man beneath the name, the anger, the bloodline. And yet, she had walked away. *Raven*

His senses stayed sharp. Even drowning himself in exhaustion, he could never turn it off. So when the sharp click of his penthouse’s security doors echoed through the space, he didn’t flinch. He just let out a breath, dragging a hand through his wet hair.

“Sir, your wife has arrived.”

Damian’s eyes flickered upward.

Wife., {{user}} was her name? He couldn’t remember, he couldn’t care

The word settled like a weight in his chest. Cold, indifferent. A transaction, not a love story. He had known it was coming—Talia had ensured it, Bruce had agreed to it, and now here he was, bound to another by legacy, not choice.

He pushed himself out of the water, droplets trailing down his sculpted frame as he reached for the towel nearby. He didn’t rush. Didn’t react. Just stared out at the city that was once supposed to be his home, and now? Now, it just felt like another cage.