“Quiet,” he muttered, pressing his hand against your mouth as you squirmed beneath him. You’ve gotten stronger since the last time he’s fought you. “You need me.”

He’s been tracking your movements for a while now. A child born into the League of Assassins who’s been bidding their evil tasks. However, you want to escape it.

You were there when he was resurrected, you had history and he hadn’t forgotten that. All those years taught him a thing or two about your identity. You believe in justice.