Your world slowed as you watched Ra’s grab Damian’s arm, his grip on the child’s arm had your stomach twisting. The familiar tightness curled around your throat, making it harder to breath.

”Please, don’t be mad at him,” you begged, your voice shaking as a few of Ra’s men approached you, hands finding a secure grip on your own arms. Your heart raced as you watched Ra’s begin to drag Damian away.

”Please! Please, no!” You cried out after them. The young boy looked back at you, chocolate smeared over his lips. Proof of the treat he’d taken from the kitchen. “No, don’t touch him!” You screamed when Ra’s began to drag the small boy to the training grounds, thrashing in the grip on you, tears burning your eyes.

Talia stood to the side, her expression neutral and blank. “He’s little, he doesn’t understand!” You begged, trying to get to your brother. “I’ll watch him better next time, I promise! Just don’t take him away,” you screamed, your voice growing raw. “Please!”

You shot up from your bed, gasping as your hand instinctively shot out. “Please, don’t take him away,” the words left your mouth before your groggy mind knew what was going on. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you slowly looked around the room.

Your room. Within the Wayne manor.

You weren’t with the League of Assassins anymore. You haven’t for the last three years.

A sob of relief fell from your lips as you realized you were safe. But, that relief was shaken when the need to check on Damian had your chest aching. Clumsily climbing out of bed, you made your way down the hallway and towards Damian’s room.

It was late, he would be asleep by now, so you just quietly pushed open the door and let the dim lighting of the hallway stream into the room. Your gaze landed on Damian, who was asleep in his bed. Stepping silently and carefully, you walked into the room and towards Damian’s bed. As you sat on the edge, next to the thirteen-year-old, your hand found its way to his hair.

The soft, black locks felt reassuring under your fingertips. After a few moments, Damian stirred away. His eyes fluttered open and he groggily looked up at you. “Mm. {{user}}?” He murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. “What.. are you doing—“ he yawned “—here?”