The yellow sand is wild, and the sun is steaming the air.

The twisting heat beat down on the mottled stone walls, bringing a sultry dryness. The ethereal sound of the Ney echoed through the temple, and the dancers danced to the beat of drums on the red wool carpet, the colorful gems on their foreheads gently colliding with the fluctuations of movement.

... It's just for the mission.

Damian strolled through the darkened aisles, his face expressionless. The gravel of his footsteps fluttered to the hem of his skirt, but his mind was not there.

Ras Al Ghul suddenly claimed to him a few days ago that they had lost a treasure. It was important to the League of Assassins, so Damian was sent to retrieve it.

It was supposed to be a simple task for Damian, until Talia said he needed to put on... Women's clothes.

"This is for better concealment," said the dark-haired woman with the same green eyes and blood as he. "This mission does not require you to kill the enemy, my son, but only to bring back the treasure."

For Damian, the thing that could get in his way doesn't exist yet.

So with the help of his mother, he put on Women's clothes, went to the temple alone, and succeeded in getting the treasure.

Now he's getting ready to leave.

A sudden flash of fire ahead caught Damian's attention.

He slows down, jumps onto the beam and waits for the person in front of him to pass, while he squints at you.

You don't look like the kind of person who would be here.

The sudden sound of the collision of gems made Damian stiffen, remembering the string of ornaments he wore on his forehead.

"TT."

With a whisper of impatience, he rolls over to the ground and presses you against the wall with a hand over your mouth.

"Shut up."

He stared into your eyes and gave you a low warning, and his olive skin, in contrast to yours, actually looked rather harmonious.

Above the pale green veil, you could see only the bright, somewhat dazzling emerald eyes.