Adieu!

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This book is dedicated to my first ever follower, @SafatRahat. Thank you so much!

In Nanda Parbat, the location of the League of Assassins, two twins were born. One girl. One boy. The boy was to be the heir, the girl would be the heiress should something happen. Not likely! The girl was trained harder than the boy because the current ruler, believed women were not powerful, and the mom believed they were, so she wanted to prove it. But when the twins were 10, here comes the attack of Deathstroke. The boy was sent to live with her father. The girl, was deported across the country with two assassins to France. This is not the story of Damian Al Ghul and Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It is the story of Damian Al Ghul, and his sister, Ryujin Al Ghul.

so i made a new ff. a steaming pile of horse dung. enjoy my preciouses. 

~~rena the stitch

Damian and I were feared. They were each other's weaknesses.

Key word: were.

Damian and I were feared. They were each other's weaknesses.

But then Deathstroke attacked.

And then Damian went to live with his father.

And then I got deported.

And then Ra died.

And then Talia disappeared.

And then, there was no one.

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I was 11 when I met Mari. She was sweeter than I could ever be, but she helped me open up. I also met Chloe and Lila that year.

I was 12 when I met Kim, Alix, Nino, Adrien, and Juleka. Mari made us shirts that said stitch squad. We went crazy over them.

I was 13, when Mari and everyone else except Lila defeated Hawkmoth and got miraculouses. I'd chosen to not take one.

I was 14, when Mari met Alya Cesaire, and proclaimed herself to be Mari's new best friend. We all went undercover. Chloe as the sassy bitch who'll use her daddy for everything, and Lila as the liar, Mari as the sweet girl who's life was ripped from her by Lila, and I as the nobody.

I was 15, when Rose Lavillant came into the picture. I would rant on the phone to Mari and everybody about how I so wanted to shove my heel up his ass, because he sided with Alya and Lila. At the end of every call, I'd say, SORRY LILA! NO OFFENSE. This was all part of the act.

And I was 16, when Mari won the class trip to Gotham. I was the only one not excited.

We all decided to fuck that stupid cover. Mari made us all clothes, but I declined her Wayne Ball outfit. I had one I wanted to wear, it belonged to Mother and I showed them all.

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I woke early and headed to school dressed in my usual, black hoodie over a crop top and black pants belted. I wore fighting gloves, I had gauze and powder in my bag, and I wore makeup like usual. I made my eyes winged using eyeliner, and today I rode my bike to school. My black motorcycle.

I parked right in front of the school. I wore my hood underneath, so when I took my helmet off, no one saw.

I pulled my hoodie off and stored it under my bike. My bike has a little storage spot where I can shove miscellaneous items like my hood. I grabbed my bag and walked in.

"You bullied......wait! You did not bully Lila today?"

"Since when did my Mari bully Lila?" I snapped coming up. Every eye was on me, and I swear Rose was looking at me like she wanted a kiss.

"It was a stupid cover!"

Lila began to cackle. "We wanted to see if y'all were gullible! You are! I never did anything to Mari! I just said she did stuff, and you bullied her!"

I keeled over, cackling. Their faces were the best I had seen in a long time. Priceless beyond relief. Rose looked like a fish out of water. Alya just looked stunned. Everyone else, had a face I could care less to describe, but everyone else was laughing. Finally, the Akuma class had a taste of their own medicine.

So I left to pack. It was easy, most of my crap was in my house in Gotham.

I found in a box, Mother's heiress crown and heavy neck jewelry that signified her status.

I found my Mother's crowning gown, and remembered to pack it. It looked like a dark forest on a dress.

I finished packing, and loaded it in my car. I then walked back to school to see everybody fawning over my bike.

"Well, there's a shocker." I muttered. Kim and Alix knew who the bike belonged to, so they weren't fawning over it like you'd expect them to. But guess who was on it. Rose. That crazy little bitch decided to get on it, lying that it was hers, and she was saying she had wanted a change. In doing so, she made my blood boil. I pushed her to the ground, took the helmet from her and put it on my head, and revved the engine, speeding away, leaving a crying Rose on the ground.