“No.” Damian muttered, staring down at you. He had you pinned on the floor, the strange assassin that had been going around and killing the most famed people in Gotham. He dropped the mask- your mask- that he had ripped off of your face.

He could recognize you anywhere.

“{{user}}…?” No. It couldn’t be true. Back when he was a kid, his twin could never have the heart to even kill a bug. Yet now they had killed 7 people within two days.