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

Chapter 2

 Gotham city is a busy city. It doesn't rest, even in the middle of the night. The flat I was staying in was at the top floor of a building – making escape easy by the roof – but I still could hear the cars passing, honking and the sirens of the police and firefighters. Sometimes I could also hear bystanders laughing or screaming. Too much sounds all the time. Being raised in the middle of nowhere in the mountains didn't help me to adjust easily to big cities. I had been here for less than two full days and I already longed for home.

I heard a knock at my front door. I stood up from the couch, where I was sharpening my katana. I put it on a soft red cloth carefully and answered the door. A delivery man was here, holding a simple envelop. He bowed down nervously when our eyes met, showing me the back of his neck. I could see a snake biting its own tail forming a circle tattooed. Just below his right ear.

"Rank?" I asked while taking the envelop from his slightly shaking hand.

"B ..." he said clearing his throat afterward. "B21".

I rose an eyebrow. They send a newbie to do my errands? Our organisation was hierarchized through alphabetic order then numerical order. Rank Z was the boss. No need for number for this rank because there is always only one boss. Rank Y are the boss's counsellors. Only two or three. At the moment there was only one of them alive. Rank X are the right hands of the boss – doing some important dirty work for them. Here again there was only one of them; me. Then Rank W, V, ... ect to end with Rank B for the newbies and Rank A for the young children of the members. They are not really part of the organisation yet but they might understand what is going on.

It was a way to stay anonymous. The lower ranks didn't know the real identities of the higher ups. No way to rat out.

I opened the envelop, my eyes still on his shaking frame. Did he think I'll kill him? But after all, I was X1 for him, a Rank X. The team the organisation had in Gotham had no member higher than Rank S. They might have told him things about what I was able to do.

The envelop had B21's phone number. I memorized it quickly. Then I found a picture with the name S4 written on it and a key to a safe in one of Gotham's bank. I sighed. I guess that Gotham team higher rank will soon become Rank R.

I looked back at B21. "I called you if I need you for something. You can go now." I told him. I watched him bowed and scurried away before I closed the door.

Two hours later, I was walking in the safe in a bank. I had put a wig and thick glasses on. I also was wearing shoes with thick insoles to change my height on the CCTV cameras. In the safe, there was a box that I took back to my flat. I put it on the kitchen counter and opened it. I bit my lower lip while I reached inside, my fingers brushing against the polish surface of pieces of a black and golden armour.

I closed my eyes and memories flashed behind my eyelids. I could see the armour when it hadn't been shattered to pieces glistening under the sun of a summer day. The man wearing it moving with ease and grace. I could feel how mesmerized I was at the time. How eager I was to learn. How I shared my excitement with the boy sitting next to me that summer day.

I opened my eyes and took out a piece of the armour before closing the box and putting it in a closet. I let the piece laying on the kitchen counter. I had to stay focus on the mission, on my mission. Memories are memories. The past is the past. It's over. No need to think to much about that, about them, about him. They are not who they were at the time, any more. Everything has changed. For the best or the worst I couldn't decide.