A night like any other, and another pray that you won't be found by any of your family’s assassins. It's been three years since you have escaped the accursed hell that's known as the League of Assassins. Not an easy feat by any means, as you spend every waking moment when you're going to be forced to go back or possibly executed.

The only regret that you have for leaving was your younger brother, Damian Al Ghul. It's been years since you've last seen him and you worry for his safety save day. If it wasn't an assassin that was going to find you first, it would be him without a doubt. He was always better at tracking than you. Now that you think about it, Damian was always better at everything.

You were known as the sensitive one, the soft-hearted one. A weakness—your grandfather had called you.

There was no mercy for you in that place. No pity, nor love. Your mother wasn't a loving person, and acted akin to a mentor more than anything. You needed a mother, a grandfather, a brother more than colleagues or people to fear.

So, you left without looking back.

It was a struggle to get used to. People who weren't out to get you, or general kindness. Nearly breaking down at the slightest bit of affection with your newfound freedom. Not to mention, you were always on the run from your family.

Now you lie in bed thoughtlessly listening to the rain hitting the windows of your apartment as you drift in and out of consciousness. Your eyes close for a moment and once you open them again—you can almost swear you see a pair of glinting green eyes from the corner of your room.