Damian's POV

My fist collided with the security guard's face. He toppled to the floor as a second guard came at me with a weapon. I dodged his attack and spun, then delivered a kick to his jaw.

Penguin's nightclub seemed to have doubled the security since the last time Batman and I had visited. It was a shame, really, because taking them out was even easier then before.

Batman had discovered Oswald Cobblepot's most recent weapons-trade with Leonardo Denisco, a rising mafia leader in Gotham. Leonardo's gang had caused a lot of trouble in the past months, including theft, violence and murder. He was a disgusting criminal and deserved to die.

In a matter of seconds, all the guards were unconscious on the ground. I stepped over several bodies and followed father through the club. Deafening music blasted over speakers and we weaved our way through a large crowd of partying people.

"Stay here and look out for Penguin. I'll check the back," Bruce told me in his signature deep voice. I nodded in response as he disappeared among the crowd. "Out of my way," I snapped at random adults and tried to move toward the stage. I knew that Cobblepot would make an appearance soon and greet his guests, most likely on the stage where everyone could see him.

The flashing lights distracted most people from my costume, along with the amount of alcohol everyone was consuming. I remained unnoticed as I waited for Batman's signal. Or Oswald's entrance, whichever came first.

Suddenly I spotted Poison Ivy in the corner of the room, sipping on champagne while talking to a man I didn't recognize. She was hard to miss with her violently red hair and outfit that consisted of leaves and vines. And how did she get out of Arkham?

"All clear," Father spoke through the comms, snapping me from my thoughts. I replied, "Nothing out here, too. Except that Poison Ivy's back and enjoying a drink by the bar."

I heard him mutter a curse. "We'll deal with her later. Keep your eyes open for Cobblepot."

The crowd around me cheered as someone entered the stage. He was dressed in a expensive-looking suit and I knew instantly that it was Penguin. "Already found him," I mumbled back.

"Good evening everyone!" Oswald greeted the crowd as the music died down. I shoved past people and tried to get to the front.

"I hope everyone here is having a wonderful time," he continued, a large smile on his plump face. The people cheered in response. "I have a very special guest with me today, who I'd love you all to meet. Would Miss Monica please come to the stage?"

A woman made her way to Penguin, holding a microphone in her hand. They shared a hug and music began to play. She started singing, and Oswald left the stage.

I finally got out of the crowd and ran toward the back of the club. "Hey, you can't be here!" A bodyguard shouted as I entered the restricted area. Another guard went to block me but I slid under his legs and rolled back up.

Running down a few corridors, I skidded to a stop outside Penguins office. Batman was already in there, grabbing Oswald by the jacket. "When is the next trade?" He demanded and slammed him against a wall.

I heard running footsteps behind me as the guards caught up. Pulling out two batarangs, I chucked them in their direction. Each blade caught it's target, slicing their backs and chest. They cried out and fell to the floor. The batarangs returned to my outstretched hand.

"Batman, it's so nice to see you again!" Penguin muttered nervously in my fathers grip. Batman's glare only deepened. "Tell me. Now."

Penguin gave a nervous smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Bruce growled and picked Oswald up, then shoved him into the wall again. Penguin cried out from the pain. "Okay, okay!" He blubbered, then said, "Densico's men are meeting at midnight down at the docks."

I brought up the holographic computer from my glove. "That's in twelve minutes," I told Batman, who dropped Penguin immediately. "Get to the batmobile," he ordered.

"I'm driving," I replied and left the room before he could disagree.

Batman joined me in the car a minute later and forced me into the passenger seat. I was furious that he wouldn't let me drive, but decided there were more important things to focus on at this moment. He hit the gas and we sped through the busy streets of Gotham.

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An hour later.

We entered the batcave through the hidden tunnel at the back of Wayne Manor. I climbed out of the batmobile and threw off my mask and suit. Bruce removed his cowl but sat down at the Bat-computer anyway. "Aren't you going up?" I questioned, my voice harsher then intended.

Bruce tapped away at the keyboard. "Not yet. You should get some sleep though, Damian. It's late and you have school tomorrow," he answered.

I rolled my eyes but headed into the mansion. It was dark inside, apart from the hallway lights. I knew that the others were most likely asleep so I remained silent. Feeling hungry, I walked to the kitchen for food.

Suddenly there was a noise and an object was thrown at me. I twisted out of the way as the silver item hit the wall, inches from my face. I flicked on the lights immediately and prepared for an attack.

Sasha stood a couple of feet before me, her arm extended. She wore a look of panic on her face that dissolved as soon as she saw me. "What the hell!" I shouted, sending her a deadly glare.

She lowered her arm. "I thought you were an intruder."

I glanced to the side and realized that the silver object lodged into the wall was a steak knife. I looked back at Sasha. "A knife?"

Sasha only frowned. "Well, at Midnight they would send ninjas into our dorm when we were sleeping. So sorry if I was being cautious."

She was crazy. Utterly crazy. Even I wouldn't have thrown that knife if I'd heard footsteps nearing me at night. I would have listened to the weight of the steps and judged by the breathing and scent who it was.

Sasha reacted recklessly and didn't think it through. It would get her killed.

It struck me then that she lacked even some of the most basic skills of an assassin. Skills that I had developed years ago.

I gripped the end of the knife and yanked it free, moving into the kitchen and dropping it back in the utensils drawer. Glaring at Sasha, I spoke, "Your aim was off. If I hadn't heard you and moved, the knife would've landed an inch away from my eyes and would not have caused significant damage to my brain. If you had predicted correctly who was entering the room, you would have figured that out by my height and walking speed. The only possible way you could have hit me is if i had been slightly out of routine, and you were lucky enough injure me."

She stared at me in a mix of shock and annoyance. I could tell she was surprised that I had voiced her flaws so bluntly to her. However, I could also tell that she knew they were true. She wore a slight expression of realization on her face.

Opening the fridge door and grabbing a snack, I headed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my bedroom. It had been a long night and I wanted to sleep already.

In the back of my mind, I wondered if I had given too much away about myself in the little speech i'd given her. After all, she thought I was just an ordinary rich kid living with my ordinary billionaire father.

I felt Sasha staring at me as I walked up the stairs. However annoying she may have seemed, though, I was starting to consider the fact that maybe she was more capable then I thought she was.

Then again, she simply was just a scared, inexperienced girl forced into a life of violence and murder. She wasn't an assassin, not really. Maybe she had the training and the battle scars of one, but deep down I knew she could never be a true monster.

There was something about Sasha that told me that. And it scared me.

Because maybe I realized that she was better than me. She was savable, redeemable. Me, on the other hand? I was a cold-blooded monster, and I knew that nothing could change that.

Nothing.

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