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

Chapter 1

Rain. Amazing. I watched the rain pouring from the dark clouds. It didn't seem to stop any time soon. The weather hadn't change for a week.

"Welcome to Gotham" I muttered, backing away from the window of my flat. When I arrived in the city, I went straight to a bank and with one of my ID cards, I got access to a safe with the keys to this flat.

My first day here consisted in searching around the flat for the secrets places. I found weapons hidden. I mapped their location in my head to make sure I could reach one of them if something would happen around here. I also find the file of my new mission behind the mirror of the bathroom.

I spend the evening, reheating some vegetarian lasagna and drinking a glass of red wine while reading the info. I didn't need much time to know them by heart. I took a lighter found in one of the kitchen drawer and burn the file above the sink. Holding a corner with two fingers, I watched the flame getting bigger, the paper curling under the heat. When the flame licked the tip of my fingers, I let it drop in the sink, waiting for the flame to die.

The following evening, I prepared myself for the first step of my mission; to initiate the first contact with one of the targets.

In front of the bathroom mirror, I began to change myself. Deep green contact lenses. A blond curly hair wig. A bit of makeup to hide a small scar on the side of my left eyebrow. I also added a small mole on the right side of my mouth. I put on a black dress, mid-tight length and long sleeves. A few jewels.

I took a picture of the result with the camera on a burner phone. The quality of the picture wasn't good but it will do. I sent it to a number already saved on the phone. Then I called the number.

"Did you received the picture? Good. I'll send you the location and the time. I want you to spike her drink. Good. Don't mess up." I hung up.

I grabbed a little handbag and left the flat to walk in the dark streets of Gotham. I threw the burner phone in a public trash-can on my way. People were buzzing around. I could hear them talk and laugh. The cars drove passed me honking in the busy traffic.

I passed next to three guys. Cat calls. I gripped my bag a bit tighter, walking a bit faster. I knew I could walk to them and teach them a lesson on how to behave in the streets but I stopped myself. I couldn't wrinkled my dress right now. I had to focus on my mission.

I let out a sigh when I finally reached the bar I was looking for. I pushed the door opened and entered. The suffocating atmosphere welcomed me. People were drinking hunched over dirty tables, laughing too loud, speaking too loud. I made my way to a sit at the bar and ordered a whiskey. I turned my back from the bar to look at the little stage where a red head woman was playing some guitar. Someone singing lyrics next to her. But I kept my gaze on the red head. She had beautiful red curly hair and was wearing black ripped jeans, combat boots, white shirt and a brown leather jacket. While playing she was gazing around the bar. I smiled. My target was also looking for a target, even if we weren't planning on the same outcome.

Her eyes met mine. I smiled at her shyly, with a little nod. She smiled back, still playing perfectly. I glanced at my feet before looking back at her. She was still smiling her eyes on me. I bit my lower lip lightly before turning my back to her, hiding my face behind my fingers, playing embarrassment.

I took a sip of my drink. I relaxed my shoulders. In the corner of my eyes, I could see a guy sitting on my left. He checked something on his phone before ordering a drink. He turned his body toward me, trying to engage me in a conversation. I shook my head lightly, showing that I wasn't interested. I turned my back to him, to look at the stage. However, no one was there. The little show had ended. My shoulders fell, as if I was disappointed.