Redhood's Sister

Chapter 11

After 11 months of training unwillingly and my own state of mind no longer being my own I've been through hell. From what I heard when I was  under, the guys had broken into the campus ampuls amount of times. But Talia has done a good job at hiding me in plain sight, putting me in an assassins uniform. One time I was almost found.

It was during the time I was off training when my brain wasn't buzzing. I was in the library remembering the good days when Damian would read to me, well try to and i'd just distract him but sometimes when I did pay attention it was soothing while he played with my hair. Then the door smashed open. I was good at thinking fast on my feet at that point. I went in between the bookshelves on the far end of the room. I knew at the  back of the library there was a tunnel for a quick get away. I don't know why I wanted to run for all I knew this might be my way home but it could also be a trick and I could get killed. My mind isn't the same as it was before all I can think about is what would she do if I get captured. My mind and body won't let me leave willingly I've tried but when I think of a plan its like her hand is holding me by the neck and whispering for me to 'stay'

"I know you're in here." his voice, shit his voice. It wasn't a trap its a rescue.

"Damian." I whispered under my breath. Some of the book shelves fell pushing the others back, he always had anger issues. I want to go tell him that  I'm here but I physically can't.

"Where is she!" he yelled sending another shelf down. His blade scratched against the shelf. His back was turned from me so I made my way to the back being as light on my feet as possible. He's been doing the assassin thing for mostly his entire life this was never what I wanted if I'm any good at it its not at my own will. I made it half way  to the other side of the room before Damian turned his back maybe feeling the gust of wind.

"For an assassin you're not  swift." He threw his sword into the bookshelves I was inbetween narrowly  missing me. I heard his foot steps running towards where I was. I jumped onto his sword,  jumping upon a seeing an open space in the next book case which was the last book case near the hole. I pulled my mask over my mouth just incase. After putting it on I took the leap of faith bouncing off the sword going through the hole before Damian came and reached for his sword.

I ran down the small hall I didn't know how long it would take for Damian to follow me. I took one glance behind me and the books that fell behind me moved with extreme force Damian moved the shelf well more like threw it. I pushed my legs as much as I could till I hit the intersection I took the sharp right hoping Damian didn't see me and I ran for a couple minutes collapsing on the floor.

My body was pinned to the wall a sword to my throat and my hands pinned. Our eyes met. All he had in his eyes were rage. I tried to tell him it was me but I was so tired I could've passed out my eyes were closing on me.

"Open your eyes filth." He demanded. Not gonna lie it hurt, him calling me that. He's so blinded by anger to know that it's me.

"Look at me!" I tired but I couldn't look him directly in his eyes. He pushed the blade closer to me, if only I could tell him. Why can I just talk. I tried but my mouth won't open. My wrist began to hurt. He's squeezing my wrist too hard I can't feel them anymore. For the first time I feared for my life when I was with Damian. I know he won't kill me he respects his father too much to do so. But its been 11 months maybe something changed. Shit.

"Robin!" We both looked over to where the voice was. The dark night himself.

"Let them go." Damian looked at me then at his father then dropped me. I was angry not at him but at myself for not being able to. I kicked his legs out from under him. It didn't just surprise me, him not seeing that but it surprised Damian and Bruce.