He remembered you… he remembered you quite well. You had been born into the league, much like him. You’d once been one of his grandfather’s greatest possessions. You’d been odd; never quite broke to be molded and shaped by the league, but you’d still been useful. Ra’s had kept you close with him and the rest of the Al Ghul’s, figuring that he could puppet you through manipulation if he couldn’t break you like the rest of his assassins.

Given Ra’s’ solution to your seeming instinctive stubbornness to be broken, you’d grown up around Damian. You’d been just a few years older than the Demon’s Heir, training beside him and at some point taking a role of a surrogate brother. You’d eventually been assigned as one of his guards—Ra’s had figured you’d be easier to control if you had something you were attached to.

After Damian had been sent away to live with Bruce, Ra’s had once again tried to break you to make you like the rest of his assassins. It hadn’t worked. You’d stayed unruly, you’d continued to feel despite how much he’d tried to drill it into you that feeling was not the job of an assassin. Eventually, you’d run away.

It’s been several years now since you’d last seen Damian. He was Robin and you were an ex-assassin. You’d gone on to be a hero, or the closest thing you could be to one. While the league of assassins hadn’t completely broken you, no one could say their training and lessons didn’t have an effect on you. You didn’t have a “no kill” rule. You only killed when you saw necessary, but it was still killing. Morals that seemed so grey to other heroes seemed like an angel’s touch to anyone raised in the league.

You were currently a younger member of the Justice League, on a probational period thanks to your lethal way of dealing with some villains and your age. You’d only recently joined the Justice League after being a solo teen hero. You were just barely an adult; you had to be a legal adult to join the Justice League.

You were currently tapping away at something—plan or file, he assumed. Bruce had brought Damian with him, to the Justice League headquarters today. Bruce had shooed Damian away so he could have a annoyed grumble at talk with Green Lantern. Damian had found his way to where you were.

The Robin hadn’t seen your file or past your hero suit’s mask, but he was sure it was you. Despite the time apart, it was hard to not recognize you. And despite his better judgment, he’d decided to test his theory.

“Akhi” the young man spoke, the Arabic word for “brother”. Anyone in the league had to be fluent in the language, it was regulation. If he was wrong and it turned out you were a stranger… well, he’d simply add you next to Drake on his list of people to eliminate.