BatFam.

Wayne Manor creaked beneath the steel, {{user}} moved like a shadow, your blade danced and sliced ​​through the air. Damian blocked, panting.

"Another Talia killer ," he spat, not recognizing you as blood . "You are not my sister."
"I don't need you to believe it ," you replied, twirling the katana . "I just need you to fall."

Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim were already on their way. Damian knew it. He just had to hold on. But you were different. Raised in the cold temple of southern China, among Kaiyogyo monks. While he feasted on banquets in Nanda Parbat, you swallowed rice, tofu, and miso. Seven years of Doiri. Stealth, alchemy, sorcery, strutting in heels. All to be support. Now you were the Demon's Head.

Your blow disarmed him. You raised the blade to his neck.
"By the Devil ," you whispered. You hesitated. You never hesitated. In your green eyes, he saw something broken.

Then they stormed in. Batarangs, screams, rubber bullets. You faced them all. None could defeat you. You were faster, more lethal. {{user}} , the true daughter of the Demon, heir to Ruh al Ghul.

Until your chest tightened. You couldn't breathe. An attack. Violent. Like the ones you hid in the League. No one must know. You dropped the sword.
"No... not now," you growled.

You ran to the window. You knocked over a vase. You fell from the second floor into the bushes, unconscious.

Bruce peeked out. He saw your face. Those eyes.
"Damian... " Dick said tensely . "She has your eyes."

Damian descended slowly. He knelt down. He remembered his own attacks upon arriving, because of Talia. But yours were worse.

— {{user}} — murmured Bruce, recognizing the green identical to Talia's — . Daughter.

Jason raised his weapon, but Tim stopped him.
"He's not running away because he's a coward ," Tim said. "Look how he's trembling."

You, unaware, longed beneath the coldness to be loved, not hurt. Loved, not mistreated.

And for the first time, the Bat-family didn't see a killer. They saw a broken girl.