Damian Wayne x assassin reader

Thanks you bitch (Edited)

My eyes open and I'm not in a place I recognize. I sit up, my clothes are different as well. Well, not my underclothes, but my leggings and blouse are changed. I'm at a medical table, I turn off the machine next to me and remove a knife from my bra. My feet are bare as they hit the cold floor. My thigh feels better, but it's still wounded.
I walk out of the room, avoiding the sensors. I'm in some sort of cave. These weird antiques are surrounding me. I'm on guard, my knife is at the ready and I keep my steps silent. Or at least quieter than the ones approaching me. I hop onto the wall. Propelling myself up onto a ledge. Tilted back, I glance off the edge. Robin walks past, probably going to check on me. I watch as he gets to the room and turns around. His eyes glaring around."Come down." He and I make eye contact."Give me back my clothes." I respond. He rolls his eyes." Tch." I glare at him. My mask is gone as well. If I remember right behind me, the thing I'm standing on drops off to the ground again and there's a loop going all around it almost like a bridge. I dart back, hopping on the loop. Hidden by the side some of the wall and the other off loop. I look down, sitting in the weird formation of this cave's small space back here. I see him come up to where I was seconds ago and I swing my legs back and forth."What was that gas that girl threw at me?" "Fear toxin." Makes sense. "Who's clothes are these?" He tsk's and looks away. Ok, so no more questions. I twirl the knife and he's on guard in a fighting stance quickly. I wonder if my leg is good enough to jump down into a sprint. well I guess I'll find out. I hop down and see him start running. I run forward, my hands grabbing the rock throwing my body over back to where I started. I sit up there quietly breathing. I hear his footsteps walking forward. I match his pace, moving backwards. Till they stop. He's about midway and I'm at the back edge. I jump down and he turns around fast. I sit like that."You're slow." H seethes."And you're stupid." I shake my head."how so?" He growls. "Robin!" I hear a large man behind us say. Damn it. He's quiet. I glance back at him. Batman."Where are my clothes?" He looks at me."If you're asking because you want the weapons or the outfit. I can give you the outfit." I nod."Please do." He throws it at me. I pull the shirt off me. So what,  I still have my under clothes. They look off out. Oh. Right. My stomach is all scared up. So are my legs. I slide my blouse back on and my leggings. They're clean, and the holes in my leggings are patched up. "Thank you." He nods."Who are you?" I stare."And I should tell you... why?" He keeps staring."Because he asked nitwit." I send a glare to Robin. I understand it, it's rude to ask someone's name without first offering up your own." He's justice." And looks away. "I am Batman." I nod."You can call me Shadow cat then." He glares."Whats your real name?" I roll my eyes."Didn't we go over this already." He just keeps glaring. I hear Robins foot steps."Like we'd tell you." I look at him."I wasn't asking you, Damian." He stops, pulling out a Katana."How do you know my name!" Batman glares at us. I smile."What? Surprised I'm not actually a nitwit." The boy just growls."Shut up." He charges with the katana. Shit!
He's a lot faster now. I duck under his blade. Unsheathing another knife as I twist on my feet, crossing my knives over to hold off his Katana."You really are rash." He just yells."-Shut up." He brings his Katana up again. I jump back. Doing a back hand spring. He runs at me again. I stand there. I wonder... would he really? I stand still and tall. Watching him get closer and closer. When he's about an inch away. I side step. Twisting my lower body, sending a foot out at his stomach. Damn, he must be wearing armor plates in his armor. My door and ankle sting as I lower it back to the ground. The katana comes from the side. I use both my knives to block."You done yet." He just yells. Bring his blade back, swinging again. He's really fast and strong. His form is amazing and if I'm off at all, I might actually get hurt. I go under his blade. Inching our fight to the wall. Till he swings, and my kunai knife hits his arm to the wall and I move forward, my other knife to his neck. His Katana was also at my neck. "Both of you stop." I turn to see the man dressed like a bat glaring. "I see... I request that I receive my weapons back and that I am allowed to leave." He looks at me."I will give you your weapons if you answer some of my questions." I nod "I also ask you to answer some of my questions." Me and Damian seem to be evenly matched. That frightened me because...I know THEY and the League  both talked regarding me and their weapon. If these boys who I think he is... then, I might not be as far from THEM as I think I am. I put my knives away. Apologizing to the boy as I pulled the knife out. He really seems upset. Must not be very sociable. He probably has some anger issues too. Then again. He is a real dick."You could have thanked me for helping you out." He growls."I had it handled." I roll my eyes."Well anyway...thank you bitch." I follow Batman out of the room into another smaller one