Damian Wayne x assassin reader

A living nightmare

I can't move. I'm trapped, I can't see either. I think I'm pinned to something. No. THEY have me, i struggle, "no. no. no. No. No. No. NO!!!" I scream, my lungs running out of oxygen. They're going to hurt me again. I followed orders. I did what they asked. Why are they upset."You lost a knife." I hear thief cold vices speak. That means. "NO NO NO NO NO!!! IT WONT HAPPEN AGAIN, PLEASE!!!IT WASN'T MY FAULT. HE JUMPED OFF THE BUILDING WITH IT, YOU HABE TO BELIEVE ME.NO!!!" I am yelling and screaming. Thrashing against the things holding me down. My surroundings change and the man I killed stands in front of me. I see him frowning."You killed me. I had a family and friends, and you killed me. You ripped me from them." More of my victims appear in front of me."IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY!!! IT WASN'T MY CHOICE!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!! IM SORRY."I thrash they're holding me down. My voice cracks with a scream. And then, there's an abrupt shift. They're not holding me down, Damian is, and I'm in my room, and...oh my god. I take a breath."Let me go please." I whisper. I don't want to feel trapped. When he lets go I push myself up against the bed, my knees to my chest, and my hands wrapped around them."Sorry for disrupting everyone's sleep, you can go." I see everyone in the door way. Slowly starting with Drake and ending with Damian everyone leaves. As soon as he closes to door, I start to cry. All those people, all those family's and...all my victims. I'm such a horrible person. I sob to myself quietly. They probably think I'm a mess. I sit there like that for a while, eventually I walk over to my knives and count them." 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7"they're all here. I sigh, rinsing my face in the bathroom, and then getting dressed and grabbing my knives. Soon enough I leave my room, and head to the kitchen. I get a water. My voice hurts from my screaming earlier. With my water, I migrate to the fruit and grab an apple. I sit down at a table, the suns not up yet. I sigh, the clock said it's 4 am. at least I got one REM cycle. I groan, letting my head hit the table. They probably all hate me. I totally woke all of them up. Eventually I eat the apple, slowly it's so peaceful out. Looking out it window it's all so beautiful, the glow of morning slowly approaching.I don't know how long later, but damians in the room."Did you go back to sleep." I look down and shake my head."No." He sits down with an apple as well."What happened?" I look at my hands."A memory and then a mistake haunting me." He nods. I turn in my chair to watch the trees and birds. It's so beautiful, to think how easy it would be to destroy it all. I sit there for a second."Have you ever killed someone?" I ask randomly. That's a stupid question, of course he has."Yeah." I sigh,"of course you have, so you ever regret it though." I say still watching the birds. It's quiet."Sometimes." I nod, "so you remember me?" I say turning to face him."What do you mean?" He asks, I shake my head standing."Never-mind" I go to walk out the door,"If you mean from the league, then yes. I wasn't sure it was you though till just now." I nod. I go outside, to the trees again, I stand in front of 3 big ones, I throw three knives at a time, all hitting their mark, in my fifth throw I hear something and my aim is off, I turn to see a bird in a bush. A sigh escapes my lips. I walk towards the trees."I'm missing one..." I put all my knives away. I must have missed the tree when I heard the bird. Damn it. I walk past the tree, searching for my knife, in the bush, and around it. A few thorns scratch my arm, but I haven't a care. I don't really feel much of it anyway. Eventually I find my knife, but it's a bit later. I turn around and decide to walk back to the house. I climb up the side and onto the roof. Sitting up there and watching everything below me. I see alfred come out of the door. It's a good time to ask about fabric and concealer. I slide down the side of the house, and hand upside down right in front of alfred. My face inches from him. "My god miss y/n" he says falling to the ground."Where did you come from." He says clearing his throat and standing once more."the roof." He sighs."I was wondering if maybe you had some fabric and concealer? I'm willing to pay you back, it's just I need to make some new clothes I think." He nods."No need to pay me back, the boys ruin so many outfits, fabric is a necessity as is concealer for when they're in the spot light." I nod. And hop down following him,"You're welcome in here when every you want." He says as we enter a large sewing room. I've never had this much freedom with clothes. And there's so many threads. He comes back with a jar of concealer,"And when this runs out just give me a shout and I'll get you more." He says. This is the greatest person I have ever meet. He's awesome. "And if you want something to treat your arms, I can take care of that as well." I shake my head."My arms?" I question looking to them. Oh right. My sleeves are all torn and my arms are a bit cut up from thorns..."My arms!"