Damian didn't know what to expect. Regardless, it was probably safe to say that being ambushed and kidnapped were not part of the birthday celebrations.

'It's sort of funny', he thought to himself. 'Happy 17th Birthday, Damian! Please enjoy this knife to the ribs. Love, world.'

So that's where he was. Ambushed by assassins he didn't recognize, fighting them off 7 to 1. He'd be lying if he didn't say it that was a bit of an ego boost. Only problem is- he's losing.

Losing his sword, losing the battle, losing blood-

And then it happened. Green clad warriors, the one's he'd recognize as from the League. He allowed himself a small smile, clutching his broken ribs, before the ground broke out from under him. And when he woke, she was there.