(just thought i'd remind u all of how fucking cool damian wayne is in the video above. whenever i write a fight scene literally just imagine one of these).

Sasha's POV:

I awoke very suddenly in what felt like a moving room. The seat beneath me bumped and jostled, my head lolled back and forth until I managed to bring it upright. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of my surroundings.

I felt dizziness washing over me. What's happening to me?

Have I been drugged?

I tried to stand but quickly realized I was strapped to my seat. What even was my seat? I glanced downwards and saw multiple bondages around my arms and torso. The chair beneath me was navy and reminded me of a car seat.

A car seat?

Am I moving?

Snapping my head to the side, I spotted Talia standing only ten feet away, hair whipping as wind rushed past. She was holding on to something above, keeping her standing as what I realized was a helicopter whirred left and right.

The sound of propellers beating above me filled my ears. It was deafening, and mixed with the air from the open side of the chopper, it almost made my ears hurt.

"Where are you taking me," I managed to slur, noting that they probably wouldn't be able to hear me over the noise.

A nearby assassin tapped Talia's shoulder, and her gaze flickered to me. She smiled.

"Oh, good. You're awake," her voice was loud and comprehensible.

We landed shortly after, the chopper eventually quietening down and relieving me of my headache. I was momentarily untied as the assassins lifted me from the chair. It left my arms and legs exposed, and in any other circumstance I would've attacked and escaped. But the drugs were still heavy in my head, leaving me incredibly weak and fuzzy. I could barely process my thoughts.

I realized that we weren't in Gotham anymore. It seemed that we were in a neighboring city, probably somewhere up state. I assumed it was due to my father's imprisonment away from Gotham. I guessed we had landed in a city nearer to where he'd been broken out of.

For a moment I wondered where Damian was. He hadn't made any noise in a while, had he been knocked out, too?

But the familiar sound of his sharp, aggressive tongue cut through the air. "Unhand me!" He was roaring, spitting out every curse word he knew. I might have smiled if my body wasn't aching so much from pain.

"We need to move quickly," Talia was saying from up ahead. "Someone get Slade, and bring around the jet. Bruce will have noticed they're missing by now."

My gut churned at the mention of my father. I didn't want to see him, I didn't want to be reminded of the many years of torture he'd put me through. It made me sick even thinking about it.

Damian was still grunting against the grip of the assassins. There were five of them trying to hold him down, all clearly surprised at how energetic he was. It seemed that the drug hadn't affected him as much as they'd thought. While I was sitting here dazed and half-conscious, Damian was like a tiger on a leash, ready to attack at any moment.

Three minutes later, the sound of turbine engines filled the night sky. A jet plane lowered itself onto the vast runway we were standing on. It was black in color, probably to blend into the darkness as it traveled.

As the rear end of the plane opened up, a figure in orange and black stood out dead in the center. I resisted the urge to start throwing up out of pure fear. It was fucking Slade.

No, no, no, I can't do this.

An assassin behind me shoved me forward. My legs were stiff beneath me and I nearly fell, regaining my balance at the last second. Slade's figure grew closer and closer with each forced step I took.

Damian growled at his mother, "You won't get away with this. Father will find us, and you'll be screwed."

Talia tried tugging him along, but his feet were planted firmly into the ground.

"Move, Damian," her voice was colder than usual, a hint of her deadly reputation peeking through.

He only glared at her. "Make me."

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Slade had let the assassins remove the restraints on my torso, but the handcuffs remained. I knew he didn't trust me enough to not make a run for it, even if we were currently 40,000 feet high in the air. It wasn't above my skill-set to skydive. I knew how to attach a parachute and how to jump from a plane.

"I told you I'd escape from that pathetic prison," Slade's raspy voice filled the silence. He was sitting across from me in the private jet, the fancy leather seats positioned in groups of four, each pair facing inward.

I was opposite him, head down-turned and refusing to make eye-contact. I couldn't bring myself to look at his face, the face that had caused me so much pain and trauma. I was already getting flashes of PTSD just from being near him. The old memories were resurfacing, taunting me.

It had only been a couple months since I'd left Midnight. Only a couple of months of living the dream with Bruce Wayne. I shouldn't have been here right now. I should've been enjoying my new chance at life.

Yet it seemed that my past would always come back to haunt me, whether I liked it or not.

"You'll like what Slade and I have done with the place," Talia was telling me, her fake smile infuriating me.

I was so awfully disorientated. I still felt like shit, having been drugged with what felt like a fucking horse tranquilizer. Plus, I'd been forcefully kidnapped and was currently flying halfway across the world to a hidden facility full of the earth's finest assassins.

It didn't seem like anything could get worse than this.

Damian looked distant when I glanced over toward where he sat. He was gazing out of the window and into the clouds, face numb and devoid of emotion. I wondered what was going on in that strange mind of his. If he truly was son of Talia, then right now we were returning to his childhood home.

How was he feeling about all this? I knew on the outside that he was angry and in the mood for a fight. But on the inside, something must have been pulling at his heart. Surely, something was twisting inside his gut, scaring him out of his mind. He was returning to the League of Assassins headquarters, for crying out loud. I would be distressed, too.

I fell in and out of consciousness on the journey there. I was exhausted, my brain was hurting. I was certain there was still a fair amount of the sedative floating around my system.

But when I finally awoke, I was no longer in the matte-black jet. Instead, I was lying underneath the soft satin covers of a giant, four-poster, king-sized bed.

I jolted upward, body tense. The sheets covering me where an auburn red color, with gold detailing around the edges. The room was dark and mostly made out of old, ancient wood. The curtains had been drawn closed, and to the left of me was a large walk in wardrobe, with a large bathroom to the right.

Scrambling out of the bed, I raced to the door and pulled at the handle. It was locked. I cursed loudly and slammed my fists against the fancy wooden frame.

"Let me out!" I screamed, anger boiling in my blood. "Let me out now!"

When no one answered, I surveyed the room for anything to help me escape. I yanked open the curtains of the barred window and was met with rays of blinding sunlight. I squinted, turning away as my eyes readjusted.

Then I peered back outside. What I saw before me was unlike anything I'd ever seen in my life.

Hundreds and thousands of ninjas and assassins, training ruthlessly like soldiers in the gardens and dojos down below. Further out I could see mountains that reached for miles and miles, each capped in glistening snow.

It seemed that I was in the main "building" part of wherever we were, which I assumed was probably Nanda Parbat. I mean, where else would there be an army of deadly assassins slicing each other to pieces in an old, temple-like facility high up in the mountains?

When I regained my focus, I continued to search the room until I found a sheet of paper. A pile of black clothing sat beside it. "Put this on," the note read.

No way, my mind told me. I can't. It's assassin gear, and I'm not an assassin. Not anymore.

But reluctantly, I dressed into the provided outfit. I had nothing else to wear, and my school uniform was in tatters.

Yet another uniform I'd need replacing, I thought grimly. That is, if I ever make it make back to Gotham.

Dick was probably losing his mind right now, I realized. He and Bruce and Tim and Jason and Alfred. Damian and I were literally on the other side of the planet with two dangerous master-assassin's and their army of ninjas.

Jesus Christ, will I ever get a break?

Footsteps echoed outside my door as I finished lacing up my boots. An assassin entered, not daring to look at me as she knelt her head down and held the door open wide. She was acting like my servant, bowing as if I was the goddamn queen. A little confused, I cautiously stepped past her and out into the hallway. She lead me past other rooms, each as grand and as beautifully decorated as each other.

Then we headed down a huge flight of museum-like stairs. Everything in this magnificent building looked like it came out of some amazing, ancient palace. In a way, I supposed that the League of Assassins was something of royalty. It kind of made sense that their HQ appeared as breathtaking as this.

I was brought into a wide space that looked a little like a ballroom. The flooring was made of dark, stained wood, and the walls reached high above in an open ceiling plan.

"Sasha," my father's voice cut through me like a knife. He chucked a sword at me, which I caught on reflex before it could slice open my hand.

Talia and a number of other scary-looking adults stood around me. Damian was off the side, arms crossed over his chest, wearing similar clothes to mine as several guards stood close.

It all makes sense now, I couldn't help but think as I gazed at him.

I knew he wasn't an ordinary kid. No wonder he's so ridiculously skilled, he's the fucking son of Talia Al Ghul. He's been an assassin all his life.

"I want you to meet Ubu, Storm and Cheshire," Slade said, gesturing vaguely at the heavily armored villains beside him. I knew some of their names already from other assassins, but I'd never met them before. It was frightening being in the same room as them, I had to admit. Particularly all at once.

One of the men, Storm, stepped forward. "You'll remain with us until your father deems you fit enough to train on your own."

"Fit" enough? I knew that was just another word for brainwashed. He thought I was still under the influence of the "good" guys. People like Bruce and his family.

Well, he wasn't wrong. Of course I was against everything that my father did and stood for. He was a serial killer, and an absolute dickhead who enjoyed hurting me. But what he didn't know was that I'd never been on his side in the first place. I'd always hated Midnight, and only once I'd left could he see that I'd been enjoying my normal life more than I'd ever enjoyed my life with him.

"Damian," Talia summoned, head turning to face the boy in the corner.

Damian wouldn't look at her. He remained still, eyes completely trained on me. I wanted to talk to him desperately, but there was nothing I could say with all these people around us.

We need to get out of here, I tried to tell him with my eyes.

I hoped he was good enough of an assassin to understand that.

"I need to have a little... chat with you, my boy," Talia continued. "Follow me. Unless, of course, you remember the way."

There was something in the way she said that last part that told me she was teasing him, provoking him. Damian's jaw clenched, but he kicked himself off the wall and joined her anyway.

I needed to know what exactly what had happened between Bruce and Talia that brought them to this. How had Gotham's richest billionaire gotten together with the daughter of the ancient warrior and prophet, Ra's Al Ghul?

It all seemed so horribly perplexing. My mind was too stressed out to even think about it.

"Welcome to the League of Assassins, Sasha," the man called Ubu said, nudging me forward and out of the room. "Or, as some call it, the League of Shadows."

I glanced over my shoulder warily, trying to catch Damian's eye before he disappeared down a corridor. But the Cheshire woman tilted my head back around.

She leaned in close, lips pressing against my ear as she whispered, "Welcome to your new home, sweetheart."

And the smirk that followed sent shivers trickling down my spine.

this whole league thing is going to take place over a couple of chapters just so you know. i don't want to combine them all in one cause it will get too long sorry

hope ur enjoyingggg

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