[ON HOLD] Two Sides of the Same Coin (Damian Wayne x reader)

Prologue

 "Please, please, I'm begging you!"

The tip of my katana brushed the tender skin of his neck. The man was kneeling before me, hands clutching his sides, tears rolling down his face.

I put a bit of pressure on his Adam's apple but not enough to draw blood. I looked straight into his eyes. He was shivering in fear and I could smell a faint sent of urine. I bit the tip of my tongue. Disgusting.

"I can offer you anything you want. I swear I won't talk. I won't say anything. I'll obey. Please ..."

I sighed and glanced at my watch. 3 a.m. It was time to end this.

"Unfortunately, you talk to much" I said bored. And with a swing of my katana, I cut his throat. At first, I saw relief on his face as he felt nothing, his brain thinking that I had bluffed. But then blood slipped out of the clean cut on his neck, drenching his white shirt, shocking him. His hands gripped his neck, trying to apply pressure on the wound. Too late. Blood escaped his lips as he shocked on his own blood. I blinked and his body felt, face first, with a dull thump on the carpet of his hotel room.

Silence surrounded me and his dead body, only disturbed by the rain hitting the French window's glass. I took a step back, lowering my katana, the tip pointing at the ground, a single drop of blood slipping on the sharp side before falling on the big carpet.

I grabbed the nearest curtain and conscientiously cleaned the blade. Letting go of the curtain, I rose the blade to the crude yellow light of the ceiling. I saw my eyes reflecting on the flawless metal.

Satisfied, I put my katana back on the straps on my back. I walked to a chair where I had let my black cape while waiting for my target. With gloved hands, I took an envelope from one of its pockets and put it neatly on the bed.

I glanced at my watch again. 3H06 a.m. Time to go.

I put my cape on, pulling the hood on my head and readjusting the black mask covering my face from the neck to the bridge of my nose.

I opened the French windows and reached the balcony. I closed them quickly making sure I hadn't let any rain coming inside. I looked down. No one in the streets, because of the weather surely.

I climbed the railing and started climbing the wall with ease, thanks to the stones of the old building. The adrenaline of my kill was still running into my vein, erasing the feeling of the rain pouring over my body.

I finally reached the roof. I made sure that my weapons were well strapped before running and jumping from roof to roof, with steady steps. I had some much control over my balance that I wasn't scared of the slippery tiles. And a fall would not be deadly either. I knew my instincts and reflexes. I had been trained for this.

When I finally stopped running I had reached another neighbourhood of Madrid. Standing on the roof of a cheap motel, I pull off my hood, letting the rain touching my skin. I calmed my breath, closing my eyes to clear my thoughts of the last events.

I felt my phone vibrating against my tight. I answered.

"Is it done?" A voice said as soon as I accepted the call.

"Yes."

"Good."

Silence.

"X1, I have a new mission for you. I'll send you the details when you'll reach your next destination."