Damian Wayne x assassin reader

A life taking others (Edited)

I'm thinking of shaving my hair, it really doesn't do much for me personally. For missions it's good for infiltration and seduction. But in a fight it can really causes problems if I can't tie it back. It's also expensive and time consuming to maintain. But I shouldn't be focusing on that right now.

 I roll out of the way of an attack and pull two Shuriken from the back of my sports bra. I throw, hitting both targets. Sweeping the legs of the guy in front of me and kneeing him in the face as he falls. Using the mini Kunai knife, I slit his throat before he's completely on the ground. The guy who I hit in the shoulder try's to sweep my feet but I do a backhand spring over his foot, and then throw a kick to his chest and then stepping and sending a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. He's out cold. A knife flies at me and I catch it almost like it's second nature. I knock the next one coming at me with it. I run at him, he backed himself into a corner...idiot. Knocking half the knifes that come my way until I'm close enough to him. To free up my hands I throw my knife and meet his own mid air. Then I just send a nice punch to his face. 

I hear the door open and as I'm turning to the door, I elbow him in the face as I see who's walking in. I adjust the dress I'm wearing. I love this dress, I made it myself and it's practical enough to let me work well in it. The sports bra I'm wearing underneath is perfectly hidden and is easy to move in. But it's only easy to move in because of the leggings I'm wearing underneath. I fix my boots a little and walk to the door. "I'm sorry did you need something?" The guy at the door just stares at me as I casually walk past him. I pull the hair tie from my hair. "Are you done gawking?" He nods and I walk out of the room. Mission over. 

Okay, I'll admit it I'm an assassin. Even if I'm only 15, I look old enough to be 21. Honestly this is the easiest mission I've had in probably a year. The little group known as the League of Assassins doesn't even go here, I took on this minor mission to try to draw attention and find out why. I know about Batman and Robin and it's was easy to peace together who exactly they were. In fact that guy back there looked like Bruce Wayne's first ward Richard Grayson, also known as dick, works in Büldihaven. He's a cop but he's also Nightwing and I'll bet that was him. 

I go to the lady's room and remove my makeup, I look a bit younger now and less recognizable. I also unroll a bit of my dress. I leave the lady's room and exit the small bar once I get out of the building I start walking down the side walk, I walk easily but eventually grow bored. I pull a mini knife from my bra strap. I toss it up and flip it as I walk. "1...2...3...4...5..." I count as I increase the flips. When I hit 10 I count backwards."9...8...7..." Since I don't really have anything to do right now I just stroll around. I eventually get to an abandoned warehouse. Some crazy chick I heard about named Harley is in there. Maybe I can get a change of clothes from her or at least some...actually it'd be better to just use this and cut off the bottom and make it a blouse. It'd be much simpler. It was a good choice getting some leggings. 

I look behind the warehouse and it's just trees. I head into the woods and I begin to wonder why we haven't heard anything from the League recently. I mean they're not ones to talk a lot but it's been 7 months and that's a while for the League to be quiet for. I stop in an ally to cut the dress, letting the bottom fray and turn into a nice blouse. I stitch it in at the bottom, just to make sure it won't fray up to much then I start walking again. I touch the small knife back into my bra strap, I throw my arms up into the air "Ugh...I'm tired." 

I decide to find a space to sleep, I hop onto the fire escape. Removing the heel on my heels and tucking it along the side of my thigh. I skip up the steps and when I'm at the top, I run across the roof quietly shifting my weight from toe to heel. I don't need anyone seeing my face, as long as nobody sees my face I'm good. Which I'll probably regret letting Richard Grayson see my face and let him get away with it. I hop across the roofs as I hear sirens and stop crouched to the edge of the wall. They're heading towards the warehouse I saw earlier. Oh great... I just stand there watching for a while. But eventually, I climb up onto the small little mini level here pulling myself up and laying down. I look up at the clouds and smoke filled sky, it's not that late. 

I don't really go out in the day time anyway. I undo the pouch on my thigh and polish some of my knives. I can't go back. I came to Gotham for the jobs and because the Leagues scared of this place. THEY wouldn't dare go where the league won't. I finish polishing my knives and twirl them around. More sirens are going in the direction of the mad house. I sit there and start to meditate. I'll know if someone gets close and this is the best way to conserve energy. I pull the mask from my pouch. Just a precaution. I won't know immediately if someone's staring at me and my eyes will be closed. And a few minutes later a horrible smell comes to play. Leather blood smoke and rotten eggs. No, not rotten eggs...poison.