I slowly raise my head with the help of a cool metal... Sword?
I groggily open my eyes and see death stroke in front of me.
"Wake up little Damian." Death stroke coos.
"You are one creepy SOB." Red hood laughs as he joins death stroke in staring at me.
"Oh hello, Jason. Did you bring me here so I can kick the crap out of you again?" I ask devilishly.
"Cool your jets shorty." Jason shouts.
"Whatever floats your boat." I roll my eyes.
Jason pulls back his fist into a "threatening" position.
I turn my head to the side. "Anytime big red."
Death stroke slices his blade up and cuts my face. "Shut it kid."
"Fine." I submit.
I look over at the chains holding me to the wall.
'Only on my wrists and not on my feet? These people give me too little credit.' I laugh to myself.
"Why am I here?" I ask impatiently.
"We were hired to capture you." Death stroke says simply.
"Ahh.... So who hired you?" I ask.
"No that might concern you." Jason shoots back.
"I think it would, with them making you capture me and everything." I reason.
"Just shut up!" Jason flips out and punches me across the face.
I slowly draw in a breath. "Ow."
I turn my head to the side and spit blood onto the concrete floor.
My vision starts to fade and I black out.
--- time lapse. 2 hours later---
I open my eyes and see a familiar face in front of mine.
"Mom?"
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Grow Some Wings
FanfictionDamian Wayne became the new robin in the line. Being trained as an assassin by Thalia al gul he is used to killing and destroying his enemies. Will batman help him stop this "little habit" or will Damian kill all the baddies in Gotham?
