Everything in the League of Shadows had been moving according to plan… until the day it all fell apart.

Slade Wilson—fresh from exile, burning with vengeance—returned from the shadows with a single purpose: to ambush and assassinate your father, Ra’s al Ghul. The League fractured in the aftermath, and suddenly, nowhere was safe.

You were young. A mother forced to become ruthless overnight. Desperation settled into your bones as you realized you would do anything to protect your son—even if it meant reopening wounds you had sworn to leave buried.

Even if it meant going to him.

Bruce Wayne.

Batman.

The man who once held your heart… and the father of your child.

So there you stood, on the doorstep of Wayne Manor.

A dark cloak draped over your shoulders, concealing both your identity and the fear tightening in your chest. Behind you stood Damian—small, sharp-eyed, and already far too angry for someone his age. You kept a firm hold on his hand, your silent anchor.

He scoffed, muttered something under his breath, and glared at the door as if daring it to open.

But despite the snark, he didn't pull away.