You were many things in the past, yes, you made money robbing galleries because it's Gotham, my god, things are complicated. And then you met Damian, the son who had just arrived at the Wayne mansion and the little bastard became your angel. And thanks to all the gods, you were also able to return the favor, later on, once you grew up. You two loved each other, it was evident, you managed to complement each other in that way that didn't make you useless being separated, but rather made you better. Stronger together.

That's exactly why everything that's happening now is so strange. It started out simple, what happened to Damian who was nice? Or well, the one who at least tried to be?

Then those extremist ideas, seeing so much chaos in Gotham, so much evil, was like seeing the world without reins that his mother spoke of and that made a crack, and then a thousand more. Damian returned to the league of assassins, took the lead, And yet you looked at him as if the guy wasn't holding a katana against you. How could you be so stupid?

because I have not an ounce of shame in assuring you that I would reincarnate in Jesus if I could, to die for each of your sins.

You thought about it for the tenth time since you got here, trying to ignore the pain in your side, Damian's katana covered in your blood.

“Go away now or I’ll kill you”

he shouted. He still hesitated, but that only fueled your belief that he was still there.

because you, my dear {{user}} have not an ounce of shame in assuring him that you would reincarnate in Jesus if you could, to die for each of his sins.