The Assassins

#8 The Rebirth

Hi just wanna let you know, that from now on Damian is the Red Arkham. If you see any plot holes, tell me then I will update any chapter that it is located.

"Do you like it, little bir—-hmmm this creates a problem." Jason remarked, trying to think of a new nickname for the growing 14 year old. "What might this problem be, Jay? And please don't, for the love of god, be looking for a new nickname." Damian knew it was a nickname, but he hated the nicknames. Hated. "You know you love 'em, and yes it is. Hmmmm, let's see you are now Big Baby Bats! I can already feel the love you have for that name!" Jason laughed, knowing that Damian hated the names.

"If you are going to give me a nickname Jason, make it good." "Hey that is an amazing nickname! Right Cass?" Jason looked toward Cass when asking this, hoping that she would come to his defense. "I think that Damian needs to get back to training in that armor." Cass ordered, getting into a fighting stance. Damian followed orders, thinking and analyzing her fighting stance and possible outcomes of the stance.

"Alright, I want a clean match!" Jason declared, the voice of an American army general treating his underlings like maggots. "Begin!" Jason yelled with a smirk spreading to a grin upon his face, in utter joy that he gets to do this again.

Cass ran toward Damian and swept her leg at his own, and then sending her fist to follow. Damian knew better than to move his legs to any direction, so he jumped with his calves reaching his thighs. He caught her punch, then used her fist to leap onto her hair and started to unload an entire barrage of relentless punches for 3 and a half minutes. He then jumped off before Cass could grab his legs, landing on his feet.

Cass on the other hand, was not so lucky. She fell on her back, already knowing that she had a sword toward her throat. Jason opened his mouth to complement Damian on his work when someone knocked on the door of the warehouse. "I'll get it." Damian said, still on guard. "Rose? How did you find us here?" Damian asked when he saw the albino haired beauty, a blush creeping speedingly on his face.

So, what do you think?! I don't think I did too good on the fighting part, but I am a thirteen year old boy, sooo that could just be my hormones saying that I am awful at everything.