Damian Wayne x assassin reader

An interesting notion

We walk into what looks like an interrogation room. He motions for me to sit down. We both take a seat. "How do you know our names." What should I say..."my upbringing garentees I know this information as soon as I want it." He continues staring...he's weird in person. But then again I have my own flaws. "Why is the league scared of their place?" This seems to shift his mood."What do you know about the league?" "I asked first." He nods."Very well, because of me. I can beat them." I nod. This guy...he must be not only a genius but athletic. And as much as I see he's both."I don't know much about the league. There's been no communication for the last 7-8 months to my knowledge." He nods."Why were they communicating with you." I glare."It wasn't me they were talking to... it was...THEM." This seems to offset him."And if you are good enough to fight the league then you definitely can fight THEM, so I want you to train me." He regains composer and raises an eyebrow."And why would I do that?" I roll my eyes."Why would you not." He then gets all serious."Who is THEM?" I look down."I don't want to discuss that." He glares."Have you ever killed someone?" I raise my eyebrows a smirk on my face."Yep." "How many." I sigh and start to count on my fingers."at least 70 in the past 6 months." He leans closer."How old are you? What's your name?" "Ah ah...I'll answer that after you tell me if you've ever killed someone and if you are or aren't going to train me." He leans back."Fine I'll train you but answer the question.""my name is y/n l/n and I'm 15" He nods."and this...THEM how do they know the league." I look to the side."They talked a lot exchanging missions. They'd started projects at the same time...to make human weapons, and well...here I am. I'm not sure what happened to the leagues human weapon because I left a few weeks ago, but I hadn't heard from them and neither had THEY the last I knew." He nods."The league was destroyed, it's only rumored they're rebuilding. As for the other human weapon. That would be Robin, my son." Holy crap it's true. They used his genetics. Once THEY find out the league was destroyed they're going to come after me. They will want me to train and kill who ever lead the attack as well as it's members. This is bad."When do we start training? If you really can beat them I need to be able to also." He nods."We will start training tomorrow night. In the mean time, publicly I will be adopting you and you will be staying here, I will be enrolling you in school and-" "No." I say simply."No school and nothing public." He raises an eyebrow."Fine nothing public but you will be going to school. You looked for my help, and I will help you. But you have to follow my rules." No ."No way in hell, I follow only my own rules now." "Our butler will show you to a room, your weapons are there. We will discuss more tomorrow." I stand nodding. What have I gotten myself into. For fucks sake. He leads me out of the room. Then he stops abruptly."And there will be no more killing. Justice not vengeance." I roll my eyes. We'll see about that. I follow him into the larger room again and an old man is standing there."Hello miss, my names alfred Pennyworth." I nod."Is he the only servant you have?" I say turning to him."He's not a servant, he's a close family friend. He's also the only one of him in this house hold." I nod. Ok."So mister Pennyworth. I was told you'd be showing me to a room." He smiles ."right this way." I follow his up to an elevator and out into a Devine hallway and around a few hallways into a nice room."Here we are." I open the door. I see through the window it's still dark.I need to sleep. I'll train in a few hours...maybe. He exits the room."Your stuff is on the dresser. I'll leave you to it." He closes the door. I take off my blouse, and leggings. In my under farmers I put all of the knives in the respective places on here. Then I sit on the bed. I stare at my hands. The image of the mans blood rushing from his neck bothers me. But the advance pay was worth it. The ability to destroy the trail to me. I sit there the images of the murders I have committed flash before my eyes. I pull my knees to my chest. Staring to the ground. Don't cry. Crying is weak. I stare at the ground. I'll wake up automatically in a few hours even if I don't want to. I can't even... I decide to lay on the ground it's much easier for me to sleep. I lay down under the bed. Then again, I shouldn't be under the bed. I move and lay on the floor next to the bed. The carpet is really more comforting to me then the bed. I close my eyes. The images flashing through my eyes again. Eventually I start to drift into a horrible stiff sleep. Thanks to THEM I don't rest easy. All the times they sent people to kill me in my sleep. It's hard to rest thanks to that. I know it's bad to not sleep a lot but, who sleeps fine anyway. I feel my body fully relax my senses are starting to whein away into a small rest. My mind is drifting to a slow stop for my sleep.