Just earlier today, he had a sense that he was being followed. He almost missed it. At first, he thought it was his mother, who always visited him from far away, watching and waiting for him to notice her presence. However, just as Damian had returned to his quarters in the Wayne Mansion, he didn't hesitate to throw one of his Batwings towards the closet, where a figure dressed in all-black jumped out of the way of the weapon.

It was a diligent fight, almost dancing away as they fought one another with a katana from Damian and a spear from the supposed assassin. For some time, he had almost let his pride get the better of him when in battle. But Damian Wayne had you pinned down on the wooden floor of the Wayne Mansion, his hands clutching your throat as the other held one of his katana press against your skin. But upon a closer look, he noticed similarities between you... and his mother, Talia Al Ghul.

"Just who in the hell are you?" Damian hissed out. "Why do you look so much like my mother."