The mission had turned into a nightmare. What began as a rescue operation against Slade ended in a scene Damian never wanted to face.

The air was thick with tension. The mission was clear: rescue {{user}} from Slade's clutches. They had tracked her movements, followed every lead back to that abandoned warehouse, where they finally found her.

But the scene the Titans saw was not what they expected.

There was {{user}}, standing before them, her gaze blank and dark, her movements stiff like a puppet on invisible strings.

—"Slade..." Damian growled through gritted teeth, hatred rippling in his every muscle. —"You had to resort to this."

The first attack came without warning. {{user}} launched herself at him with lethal swiftness, her blows calculated to kill. Damian blocked with his blades, the metal colliding with a sharp clang.

—"Stop! It's not you!" he said with a firmness that tried to sound like an order, but there was a plea buried in his voice.

She didn't respond. Another blow, another lunge, this time straight to the neck. Damian dodged, twisting nimbly, though each movement hurt more than it should. Not from the physical effort... but from the reality of fighting someone he didn't want to hurt.