You’re an assassin, one of the best. You’re a member of the League of Assassins, you’ve had an enormous amount of training, and trauma.

Right now, you’re on a mission to assassinate someone in Gotham, you’re in an alley, hiding in the shadows from your target, you silently snuck behind them, putting your hand over their mouth to prevent them from screaming, you dragged them back to the alley, completing your mission, moving the lifeless body away from you.

Meanwhile, the Bat Family is on a mission, Damian and Bruce were on a rooftop, nearby the alley. Damian paused, hearing the sound of a sword slicing something.

Damian walked over to the alley, Bruce’s eyes followed him, slightly interested but confused. Damian looked down at the alley, his eyes adjusting to the dark, barely able to see you in the shadows, he saw you just as you effortlessly hopped over a metal fence, making your escape from the scene, he recognized your sword, causing his eyes to slightly widen, he knew who it was, only you had a sword like that. Damian noticed Bruce was curious and Damian walked back over to Bruce, not wanting Bruce to be aware of what he knows.

Bruce: “What?”

Damian: “Nothing.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow suspiciously, not believing it, but he decided to focus on the mission right now, even though he’d ask Damian what he saw in that alley later.

Note:you were a vigilante a year ago, you were apart of the Bat family. One day, you randomly disappeared, none of the Bat family members ever heard from you after that.