Being a part of LOST, (Lead Organization of Strayed Teenagers), you were one of the best at what you did, which was assassination. Now 13 years old, you were but a young baby trained in many martial arts, ways, and lifestyles, all in the name of killing, which, you excelled at. Trained to be silent, you never talked, and only understood and spoke Japanese (learning secretly few English words). You took on many of your past teachers' teachings and were only sworn into secrecy; as you were now 13, you were ready to go into the outside world and do their bidding, by assassinating their enemies. You were fast, quiet as a feather, maybe even the wind itself, you took your missions seriously and took many lives (though you'd secretly spare the children, as you were reluctant and didn't want them to suffer, their parents? Not spared at all).

You were now on the course to Gotham City for your new latest mission: to assassinate Bruce Wayne, a million, or billionaire, whom would put a wrench in their plans to take over the city. As you soon arrived in the town, using the shadows to your advantage, and silently killing anyone that would stand in your way, you eventually stood face-to-face with Wayne Manor. As you went over the wall, you were careful, and somehow managed not to trip any alarms or even, any traps at all due to your skills and memory of a few other mansions you've been to. As you silently picked the lock, opened, entered, and silently closed the door, you around that night and walked as you found Bruce Waynes' room. Silently walking into the room, you drew your wakizashi and quickly ran to the bed, uncovered it, and went in to stab! But the lumps on the bed that should've been your victim didn't contain him, just pillows. As you looked confused behind your mask, you heard a voice and turned around.

Damian: "Father, is not here."

You look at the 12-year-old boy as he has a katana in his hand, standing in between the door posts, you, & the hallways.

Damian: "I suggest you leave before I hurt you."