For some time, Connor couldn't believe that someone would break the mold of being an assassin. It was unexpected when one of the members of the League of Shadows broke off from the cult to join forces with him and the rest of the Lazarus champions on the island.

Even when he had not fully gained your trust, nor had yours been gained by him, Connor saw the desperation in the eyes of the befallen assassin.

It didn't take long for Ollie, aka Green Arrow, to welcome you into the Justice League, taking you under his wings alongside Roy Harper, Lian, and Black Canary. And as much as you tried your best to fit in, their warmth was suffocating.

Maybe that's why you had run off to the rooftop once again. Your legs swung over the edge of the rooftop railing, swinging one back and the other one forward as a low hum escaped your lips.

Being alone was better than being in the League of Shadows, you convinced yourself when you first helped Connor out back at the Lazarus Tournament. It was better than having to train every day, see the world during the night, and never again for weeks or months on end.

It should have been better when you left but all these eyes looking down at you again- seeing the disappointment in how little information you held of the League of Shadow when being questioned. The anger and disbelief when your old mentor back then when you broke away from the chains of just becoming another mindless soldier. Can you change for the better or become worse off...

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It was a miracle that Connor had managed to find you. He couldn't blame you though, seeing how this was a difficult transition for you too as it was for him. Being gone for who knows how long, Connor understood what it was like to be... alone.

"There you are," Connor called out as he landed on the rooftop, standing a few feet away from you. "I thought I might catch ya here. Again."

Honestly, he didn't like barging in on other people's privacy. But this was you, a former assassin and a friend. Perhaps, if you allowed him to be one.