[|Rose|]
I was training, sweat trickling down my forehead when Father arrived. "Rose, we have a new addition to the family," he informed as he entered the room. "Who's short-stack here?" I questioned, wondering why Deathstroke has a kid who looks 12 years old here.
"My name is Damian Al Ghul!" The now-identified Damian says rather harshly. "Why is a 10 year old with you?" I ask, trying to annoy him and, from the looks of it, I pissed him the hell off."I, for one am thirteen and am here because Slade saw potential in me, which from what I see, is hell of a lot more than what you have!" "Fuck off!"
The pissed of assassin runs out of the room, leaving me and my aggravated father. "Try to be kind to him, I do see potential in the boy and I'd rather him not run-off, it was a pain in the ass to find the first time!" Father shouts at me.
[|Damian|]
The hell is wrong with her?! I think, unsheathing my katana. I start slicing my sword in the air, unaware that someone was watching me.
/Time skip cuz I'm lazy/
"I'm sorry for being an asshole earlier. My name is Rose" The girl steps out, and now I have the chance to fully look at her body. I won't say that she's stronger than me but she is strong. "No need to apologize, I should be doing that. I judged you off of how you act when I didn't know your full capabilities" I reply, choosing my words carefully. "So, you're the demon spawn, that must be a horrible life" "You have no idea" She stands there for a few minutes, then says "Wanna go to the roof?" "Sure" I reply, wondering where it is. "Follow me" She instructs as she goes to the stairs. I follow suite.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand that's it for now folks. Check in tomorrow.
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The Assassins
FanfictionWhen Damian Wayne Al Ghul, the son of the demon, is adopted by Deathstroke The Terminator, aka Slade Wilson, what is going to happen between the two teens in the older assassin's care? First Story, please criticize me constructively and not negative...
