Damian Wayne x assassin reader

Just you and just me

Eventually the time comes and I can leave. If Damian falls behind that's his fault. Not mine. As we exit the manner walking down the road to gotham city,  Damian declares in all his glory."What are we doing." Stopping in my tracks I turn, disgust lacking as it shouldn't in my words."Theres no we. Just you and just me. You are not my concern." He seems a bit taken aback but that clearly disappears seconds later."Then what are you doing?" I roll my eyes."What I want too." I turn back on the street. My legs carrying me to the outer skirts of the town and around to down town gotham 20 minutes later, thanks to the steady fast walk I was doing. As soon as I'm in the down town area I find myself a nice corner and make sure my weapons are no longer visible. Then I walk out of the area, heading to a shady area I did research on before I came to gotham, damn great thing I did too. I close my eyes remembering certain targets I was given the opportunity to remove.I pause...no killing. I don't need more faces to haunt my sleep. Instead I'll just scope out and listen in on a few conversations. I walk in. Once in the middle of the room. I add a special sway to my steep, and do a bit more giggling. I do just enough to look drunk. I lost Damian upon entering the room.So he probably is searching for me. I don't know if he actually will though. I see the different guys through the room and scale how cocky they are versus how the people around them are acting. I see three main targets to try to get in the room with. I can tell by how they're posture is compared those around them. I use other peoples glasses to keep an eye on those around me, and the guys I'm...targeting for lack of better word at the moment. If what I know is right also, Damian should have a problem in this surrounding because of how famous he is, and the fact he isn't trained as well in changing his image. I should have a while before he finds me and an even better delay because of his image. Oh and the press will be looking for him after that. Well that's great. I've solved a problem on accident. Don't get me wrong I don't have much against Damian. But when I say I want to be alone, don't send someone with me. I stumbled my way over to one of my targets. Clumsily tripping over my foot, thankfully wearing a tight jumpsuit that shows off my ass, as I fell to the side just in front of the mans group. I can tell I caught his eyes though. I sit there on my hands and knees. And whisper loud enough for the guard to hear me."I can't believe they left me here alone." Now they think I'm drunk and alone. Hopefully this will help them perceive me as frail. I sit there and slowly lean back into my knees as the man approaches me. When he's in front of me. I sit there and look up."Well, hello there. You're really handsome." I say smiling. He puts a hand out and I grab it using most my leg muscles to push me up. This guys a bit weird up close. "Hello, aren't you a bit to young to be at a club alone." My eyes cross his."I'm an adult I can do what I want." I'm not really an adult but if he thinks I am it'll be easier for manipulating. He stands there for a second. I let my eyes widen."oh my gosh. Im sorry." I apologize."this is so embarrassing, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Xena." He smiles back."If you held up 8 roses in the mirror, you would be able to see the 9 most beautiful things in the world." I purposely blush and smile. Stuttering I smile."
If...if I were to look in the Mirror of Erised, I'd see...the two...of us together..."I say pretending to be flustered. I see his eyes light up."If you wish a name to call me by than answer this.My challenge has made men throughout time stumble, I have defeated kings, left wise men humble, You see me now, but I am most often heard, and have killed men when with bullets paired, You might break a sweat when fighting with me, but I'll exert no pressure on your body, a with a direct approach you can never find victory, work laterally rather than literally. What am I?" (A/n I don't own any of the riddles I'm using. Sorry.) I sit there for a second. "Just a sec, my minds a bit woozy." I say with half a smile, I look at my feet, and then I snap my head up a smile on my face."a riddle." So this is the riddler. He looks delighted."Wonderful, you aren't stupid. Do you have a last name miss Xena?" I nod."I do not believe riddle is a name, quiet possibly a nick name, but I would prefer your actual name from birth...please." I say starting strong and finishing weak."Very well. Edward Nygma.Pleasure to meet you." I smile."Xena Roberts." He bows kissing my hand. And then walks me into a back room. A table surrounded by other men are there. I see him sit down, and shyly follow. Have fun finding me now Damian. This man is probably about 10 years older than Bruce. Quite old, but still appears smart. He sits me next to him. A couple of other guys get closer to me. Most early twenties it looks like."She good enough?" He asks the guys. They shrug. I look back at Edward."Good enough for what?"