Damian was trying desperately to get into his wife's spell room. But damn did she know how to barricade.

{{user}} was a necromancer. Damian didn't care. He loved her, he married her, they ruled over the League of Assassins together.

{{user}} had stopped using her magic after finding out that each time she did, it brought her own self closer to death.

But Damian and {{user}} had a child. A little boy named Dagar.

He was the light of both his parents life. But the League had enemies. And Dagar was playing beyond the wall when the first slew of arrows came.

There was no way to save him. The only relief to couple got was that it was a clean shot. He felt no pain.

But {{user}} couldn't handle it, she just wanted her baby back. Damian had gone to Gotham to bring back his brothers in hopes of cheering her up.

But that was exactly what she had wanted. As soon as he left, she went to her spell room, bringing Dagar's favorite toy as her token to the afterlife.

She was going to get him back. No matter what it took.

Damian rammed his shoulder harder against the door, the others now joining in.

"{{user}} please! Please beloved, do not do this!"