Here he was, walking through a large training room full of assassins trained spesifically to kill. kill, something that went against everything he believed in and learned to be justice. But desperate times needed desperate measures. He let out a small sigh of disappointment in himself for letting it come to this as he walked through the room, trying to find someone suitable for the job. He was sure in the League of Assassins would be a lot of suitable people. Suitable for killing? Yes. But suitable for killing the Joker? Probabaly not quite as many.

He himself didn't want to break Bruce's no-killing rule, seeing himself as a role model to the others with too much responsibility as the first Robin, Nightwing and Bruce's oldest, even if adopted, child to break it. It wouldn't do Bruce any good if Dick were to break this rule that was so important to him at this, already desperate, point of his life.

"Why am I doing this.?"

He asked himself under his breath. He kept his head low, somewhat ashamed to even be here to do what he was planning to do; recruit someone to kill Joker for what he had done to Jason. The only exception Dick would ever make to Bruces' rule of not killing anyone.