Damian Wayne x assassin reader

Growing everyday

It's been about a month since I did the plate incident, since then I've been excercising more, sparing in the cave, using the indoor gym as the days get colder and Bruce has me doing virtual learning so that physically I can't do anything to anyone and they can't do anything to me, but we still converse and work together. It's supposedly helping me with my people issues. I like it because I can turn off the mic and camera and listen while punching a bag. I'm acing everything too so there's that as well even though that's not all impressive. Today we have a day off and I'm happy because so does Damian, I sit in the cave and in walks Jason. I walk up to him and Punch him really hard in the shoulder. He screams."FUCK!!!" I let a small giggle out "What the hell are you doing!?!" Damian enters and says I smile with my reply if."Starting a mindless fight." He stares and Jason glared ."Are you mentally deficient?" Damian asks I take a second pondering if he's asking me or him. I turn back and say."If I was mentally deficient I would have missed." Jason growls." You BITCH!" I smile as I know for a fact he deserves it. He probably did something and is waiting for us to figure out what...like a dog who shit behind the couch and it's fully unaware owner. Not me tho bitch, I'm the rat that sneaks under the couch finds it then scares the wuss dog. He glares some more and I just sit there and stick my tongue out at him. Then I run over to Damian, as I get closer he turns around"nope." I let out a giggle before hopping up into his back and leaning over his shoulder. I wrap my legs around his waist and laugh. He stumbles a bit. I can tell he fought his instincts just now by not flipping me off of him. I snuggle myself into his back closing my eyes."Did you see them?" I ask a memory that had been long forgotten poping into my head. One I wish I forgot. He stops and looks up at me."See what?" I sigh, pushing my head into his shoulder blade." The monsters." when we were younger. Did they show you them?" Ask. For mental training when I was young...there were these monsters... horrible creatures..."What?" I hop off,"Nevermind don't worry about it" I say pushing off of Damian, and walking out of the room. Once I'm in the hallway, I run out an open window on this floor. Flipping myself up and pushing off the wall engravings then swinging my way to the roof. When I'm up, I sit on the tiny building thing and stare at the sky. I think back to the monsters. I guess I've always known about them...but the memories are so faint and...it's hard to think about the detail. I price together enough to remember what they were and how...kinda. Staring at the clouds that pass over me,  Closing my eyes I start to see some of the images they used to condition me to the fear and gore. Some weren't even scary just creepy.  Black and white checker boards that had this old mold sense to it with a beautiful girl in front dangling from one of their mouths... The large monster just casually tearing her limb from limb. I guess I might have blocked this from my memory.  I remember the girl being one of the other kids there. What happened to the others I wonder. I remember how we'd enter our mind, what we thought was a perfect image of us appeared as we walked through mental worlds and universes. The monsters we faced in there were dead students of these horrible teaching monsters. I see the terrible face of the prior child. I see me and my weapons. I see myself killing her. Then I see Damian. I sit up looking around. "What-" he stops me."You fell asleep on me, you need to rest more." I nod. Damn these dreams are back, when I was younger on the really bad days I'd make a story, then in my sleep I'd extend on it. I had one of monsters and fighters that I put together when I was young so whys it coming back... it's been years since I even thought about it. I sit there on the couch Damian set me on, and then look up."When you were young...how...how did you cope?" He stares for a second. "I just didn't think, I did exactly as was asked and didn't think about what I was doing. I didn't need to cope." I sit there for a second."oh." It's quiet, then he speaks."Would you like to patrol with me? I can ask my father." I look up at him for a second."Sure..." he gives a curt nod."Then in exchange you need to sleep more." I look up to his eyes. Then quickly dart them away."Why?" He sits for a second."Because...You aren't sleeping right, and if you patrol than you sleep less at night." I sit there,"How long is patrol?" I question a debate evident in my mind. He looks at me."My shift is earliest so 11-1" I nod. Then swing my legs over the couch about to stand up. I take a few steps before Damian grabs my wrist. I have to force myself to not harm him on instinct. I look back at him and then hear his voice quietly say."Can we speak about the" he clears his throat."Feelings we share towards each other." I look back towards him my face going red as I say."Would it be more private on patrol?" He looks to the side letting go of my wrist and nodding his head."Thank you." We both say quickly,then I dart from the room.