A/N: Hey, this is my second story. Hope you all enjoy and if you have any clarifying questions, just PM me and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY OCs.

Chapter: 1

Nikolina, or Nina as she preferred, sat on one of the highest limbs of the tree. The light from the house glowed dimly across the snow covered yard, barely reaching her face. But it was enough for her to see in the cold night. Nina sat, knees drawn up arms crossed on top. It was freezing outside, but she didn't feel it...not much...anymore. Nina stared into the house through the windows, watching the family interact, watching them be themselves. She watched their faces, the man's face specifically, trying to fit together the features that made her own. Trying to see how she could be related, trying to find something in common, something similar, something...just something,

"What are you doing out here?" Damian Wayne asked, gazing up at the tree, Nina didn't say anything, just stared into the study of the house, where Damian...and Nina's father sat. He didn't know that she was his daughter...or that she existed...or that Damian knew about her. Damian huffed and started to climb the tree, reaching Nina's branch he stared at her intently,

"I'm waiting for an answer!"

"Am I not allowed to be curious?" She asked, still looking at the house,

"I never said you weren't, but if Mother finds out you've been here instead of joining Katherine in her 'hunting' parties. You'll get in trouble," Damian reasoned. Katherine was Nina's twin sister. Not only does Batman have a daughter, he has two...three children in total, two he doesn't know about and two that Talia and Ra's Al Ghul are trying to keep a secret. But Nina doesn't like that, she wants to meet her father and get to know him. It wasn't fair that Damian, the youngest, got to stay with their father and be a hero.

Nina secretly knew that there was no way for her and Katherine to be a hero. They were raised killing since the day they were three, punishment in not doing so was agonizing. Punishment for anything in the League of Assassins was agonizing, there was no point in breaking the rules...the consequences were too great. Nina still came though, she still had mercy...she still had a little of anything related to morality in her warped skills of assassin 'justice',

"I know that...I don't care," Nina replied finally,

"I know that...but that's dangerous not to care," Damian said,

"I do care...sometimes, and in result you got to live. Heretic would've killed you," Nina said, looking back at her brother finally. Damian glared slightly at her,

"Congratulations, you're not the complete monster Mother wanted you to be," he snarled. Nina knew that was true. She lived up to her grandfather's and mother's expectations, but she didn't exceed them. Katherine went all out. They were different in that way.

Although they may be identical...they are not remotely the same. Some people in the League say that the DNA from their parents split. Katherine got all the evil, Nina all the good. It was meant to be an insult to her, (it was only spoken behind closed doors where she and the rest of her family wouldn't hear), but she found some pride in the fact that she had anything remotely good inside her. Katherine was rash, angry, manipulative and emotionless, up to the point of being sadistic. Nina was calm, cool and reserved. She was the brains, she thought out everything in her head before making a move, she was always one step ahead of her opponent. Damian, he got the jackpot of genes. He got the sly, cunningness from the Al Ghul line but the good and selflessness from their father. Nina secretly wished she had been born third and not first. Third time's the charm as the saying goes,

"I hate when you do that, stare off into space,"

Damian huffed crossing his arms, "I feel ignored,"

"Then maybe you should go," Nina said,

"What's gotten you so upset?" Damian demanded,

"I don't know. But you could say that I'm jealous of you. You actually have a place with him. You can let go of the League and our Al Ghul family. Katherine and I? We don't have that...we're stuck...well I'm stuck. Katherine's right where she wants to be,"

"We all have a place for their plan of the future," Damian said, "just because only I've found a way out of it, doesn't mean you won't find yours,"

"But how do I find it when I'm forced to do wrong. It's not that easy, I wasn't just given to our father. He doesn't even know I exist," she said bitterly,

"I could tell him,"

"Would he believe you?"

"Not at first, but over time..."

"No, I don't want mother finding out and then ruining the fact that I come here,"

"Okay then I won't tell," Damian said raising his hands up in defeat, "But next time don't come whining pitifully to me about some obscure reason to hate your assassin life," Nina glared at him,

"I've got to go," she said getting up she balanced on the branch and walked around her brother to the trunk of the tree,

"Master Damian! What are you doing up there?" the old man, Alfred, called up to her brother. Nina froze. Glancing down and shrinking back into the shadows of the branches. She couldn't be seen here, not yet, she'd get in big, big, big trouble,

"I'm just thinking," Damian called down,

"Up a one hundred and fifty year old tree in the freezing cold?" Alfred called up, "Get down before someone sees, your father is looking for you,"

"Sure a thing Pennyworth," Damian muttered before leaping down from the tree and into the snow one the ground. With one final glance back at the tree he followed the old man inside.

A/N: Hmmm, how were Nina and Katherine even conceived without Bruce knowing? Maybe Talia was some intentional fling under an alias of...let's say...Miranda Tate?

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