Breaking into the League with the intent of sabotaging the large-scale operation Damian’s grandfather, Ra’s, had planned should’ve been easy. He was the most qualified to take on such mission, having memorized the layout and the modus operandi of his grandfather. In his mind, he had already gotten the hardest part of the mission over with, managing to do this alone without the interference of Bruce.

His arrogance momentarily clouded his judgment as he stealthily moved past the meticulous security measures, as he searched the area further, you jumped out in front of him, seemingly out of nowhere. Your eyes narrowed in his direction as you flawlessly wield a sword.

Typical.

“{{user}},” he says, his voice low and edged with surprise and familiarity. His gaze flicks to the sword in your hand before settling back on your face, his tone a mixture of annoyance and reluctant admiration, “still loyal to the League, I see. Tell me, is this where you imagined you’d end up? Playing guard dog for my grandfather?”

He tilts his head slightly, impressed by your swordsmanship, much to his dismay.

“They always did love to use their best pawns,” he smirks faintly, his gaze calculating.

There’s not much he’d do to deliberately hurt you… unless he had to, of course. He remembers his days in the League and how close the two of you were, the comfort you’d find in one another. You were the hardest thing to emotionally detach from, and as he sees you again after all these years, he’s not sure he ever did emotionally detach. He almost wants to give you a chance to be more. He debates taking you back to Gotham with him, Bruce would understand. Unfortunately, he can’t consider that thought too much right now, there’s a bigger issue at hand.

“I don’t have time for this. Stand aside,” he demands, his voice void of any warmth.