Damian Wayne x assassin reader

I want the truth

I don't know how long I sit on my hands and knees but apparently too long."Y/n where were you hit."
I look to the side away from him as I sit up, falling back into my butt. Showing my leg, pulling up the shirt they had untucked showing the already obvious bruising that probably has some internal bleeding...but who cares about thst, I mean that's where the bloods supposed to me heh...no...ok... I also move the shirt out of the way with my left arm to reveal the very obviously broken collar bone on the left side."am I aloud to leave this shit show yet?" I ask casually, this actually hurts like a bitch and if I have to endure more droning bitches today I might just cry. Just kidding crying is only for manipulation...expression beyond that is weak. I sit against the wall leaning back a bit. The collarbone was a clean break so it should be easy enough for me to fix on my own...I'll just have to be careful with it the next week of so. I lean my shoulder in moving half of my collarbone a bit and then move it back, using my right arm to guide both back together in the right manner. Then*click* the bones are now in the right place thankfully the bone didn't break the skin and the blood is only inside right now...except for my lip. I look up to Damian, he is on his phone. He. Looks down at me."Pennyworth will be here shortly to bring us back to the manner." I nod. Wow that was draining fixing ...ouch. I sit there for a second. This is not my day. Actually these past few moths haven't been all that great either. My stomach still hurts less of a numbing pain now and more a dull ache though. I hold the shirt up with my right hand. Being careful not to move my shoulder. Then I take my right hand and slightly put my fingers against my stomach. I feel around. The main spot being well...painful to touch. At first I winced. I saw Damian tense at that, then I moved a bit to the side of that more to the middle and pushed down a bit harder to see where the pain was radiating from. And by god I saw white spots and, like I said I wouldn't...I slipped a tear. Damian lost it at that. The three unconscious guys about 15 feet away from up are immediately in mortal peril. He turns marching his way, murder in his eyes. Whoops...what to do, what to do..."Damian...Damian..."  I push and lean against the wall standing up.he is very much so hellbent of murdering them I think."Damian please."I almost whisper, fresh tears leaving my eyes. I mean...I've never actually been...touched, at most it was small and for the purpose of gaining information, this time..."oh god." They were going to...my hand goes to my face. Covering my mouth. He was...he...At least THEY never did something like that...THEY never dared cross that line. I mean it's so...but he...these guys...they were. A small sob leaves my mouth. I push my back to the wall again, letting myself stumble onto the ground. I attempt to cross my knees over each other. Placing the skirt as best I can to cover as much as I can. More concerned to cover more than I had covered before. My head is throbbing but I am certain of their intentions and I am certain of what almost just happened. And I am certain I'd rather be dead then have let that take place. I bite my lip though. Trying to stop the sobs."crying is weak,crying is weak,crying is weak." I whisper and sob to myself.Damian is back in front of me agin."y/n, what's wrong." I can't even focus on that though. My mind is moving a million miles an hour."crying is weak...stop crying.crying is weak..." why won't I stop crying... Damian looks terrified in front of me. The sky's few droplets have turned to a down pour. It took mere seconds.i see Damian as he squats in front of me."I can't believe I was so weak. I mean he...he tried...he was...his hand was..." god. I can't believe. He was going too. Damians face is contorted. His phone goes off and he pulls it out,"Pennyworth just arrived." I nod. Pushing my back against the way, using my hand to try to hold myself up against the way. My leg only has a minor sting on my shin. My abdomen is what really hurts though. My hand accidentally swings into my stomach. I need to go right. If kneel down a bit when I hit my stomach. Then I stand. Damian seems upset. I probably look like such a weak wimp. I take a deep breath as I stood, pushing myself from the wall to walk as normal as possible. Keeping my shoulder immobile I walk with Damian. I get to the edge, and pick up the bag I set down around the corner. I sling it over my right shoulder. Why does it hurt so bad to have been hit. I have been hit harder and more times and been fine. Why am I so weak now. Why am I so upset about this time. As we walk, Damian tries to lend me some support. I jump away from it and fall onto my ass again. He seems very confused by my actions. I mean I know he probably won't do what those guys tried but has the thought ever crossed his mind. I mean is this something he's thought about maybe. I sit there on the ground, my breathing increasing, as he picks me up. I know he won't do anything but why does this still frighten me into hyperventilation.