Damian knew he was foolish to think that he'd escaped his past when he left the League of Assassins for the second time.

Having gone back due to Talia's threat on his father's life, Damian had been married to Talia's 'perfect assassin.' To {{user}}.

They were fifteen at the time, and four years had passed. It was a marriage in name only. The two shared quarters and, yes, Damian had found himself...interested in this girl. But that was a long time ago.

Until it wasn't.

Until he, Bruce, and Dick caught wind of a League sighting and went to investigate. Robin, Batman, and Nightwing.

They were all foolish to have walked into that trap.

Now, waking up tied to a chair Damian found himself unable to move as he watched his beaten father get chained to a wall and his bloodied brother get dumped on the floor.

"Leave them alone!" Damian yelled to the closest assassin. She was...wearing a mask.

It didn't take long for Damian to realize who it was. "{{user}}..."

"So, you do remember me, beloved." {{user}} responded in a sickingly sweet tone.

Damian ignored the pet name, glaring up at his...wife. "Let them go."

"You've grown soft because of them, Damian. They are weaknesses which can be exploited. I will relish taking them from you. Like you stole my life from me."