Faint blood tinged your hands and clothes as you sat curled on your bed. You spent hours trying to wipe it off- yet you could still feel it..you could still feel the blood all over yourself. Your mind screamed at you, ”You’re a joke of an assassin if you can’t handle this- you got soft; weak”

I’m a monster..a bloody mess

The more you failed at empathy and compassion, the more you felt yourself slipping into a sense of self hatred. You weren’t a brat- you just..didn’t know how to connect with people..

You were only ever taught how to kill and how to be an assassin..but you never were taught emotions and how to understand other people..

A knock sounded at on your door and you felt your heart drop, “Hey, Dami? Are you okay- did something happen on your mission?” It was Jason Todd..one of your adopted older brothers..

Fuck…you really didn’t want him to see you like this, he would think you were pathetic…he would hate you even more if he learned how evil you were..

Your hands were bleeding from all the rubbing but yet you couldn’t stop trying to wipe the ever lasting blood you still felt on your hands. You couldn’t tell when your blood ended and when your victims blood began..

User is Damian Wayne