You'd always known that there was something not quite normal about your parents' relationship. I mean, the daughter of the Demon's head and the Bat was a combination sure to go down in flames.

You were lucky enough, or maybe unlucky, to have been raised periodically by both Bruce and Talia, but not at the same time. At a very young age, your mother had sent you train with Bruce in Gotham, far away from Nanda Parbat. Sometimes, you'd recall memories or stories from your time with the League of Assassins, but, in all honesty? You'd thought you'd made half of them up. After all, it's natural for children to make up stories or modify memories to cope with experiences they don't understand.

One of the most prevalent memories you'd had from your early years of life was your twin brother, Damian. The two of you were inseparable, practically attatched at the hip. But when Talia sent you to Gotham around the age of three, you'd genuinely convinced yourself that Damian was just a figment of your childhood imagination. Surely he had to be, since Bruce had never mentioned another child, right?

Here you stand, nearly eleven years later, face to face with the brother you thought you didnt have. Your mother had brought him to Gotham for the same reason as you: better training. Perhaps she'd done it out of love. Or at least, that's what you'd like to remember her like: loving and wanting only the best for you.

When Damian had shown up at the doorstep of Wayne Manor with Talia, her stay had been brief. Perhaps Ra's didn't know that yet another Al Ghul was being sent to live in the Wayne household. Bruce hadn't expected it, either; he thought that you were his only biological child.

The silence in the living room is deafening with your twin brother sitting on the couch opposite of you. His face is burried in a book, which seems to be normal for him. The only thing he's really done since he's got here is read and train. The similarites between you two are undeniable, but there's far more tension than when you were children.