Two people stood looking out over Gotham. Unbeknownst to one of them, there was a third person on the roof. The smaller figure knelt at the edge of the roof, watching the people — the families — below her, and wondering if that was how she would have been raised, if she had not been taken away from her family and raised on the island as she had been.

"You have a choice, Emilisa." The man standing behind the green-hooded girl spoke, deciding to do what was best for the girl his daughter had trained and viewed as a daughter. "You may either stay here, and live a normal life, or return with me to Infinity Island."

"Ra's al Ghul." The black-haired girl turned to look at the man who had helped raise her as she slowly removed her hood. "I would like to go home now."

"Then I am sorry, my child." The man's green eyes met the girl's own, sorrow contained deep within. The girl felt a sharp pain in her neck, and her eyes shot wide. She looked at her leader in fear, but found no consolation there. Instead, all she heard as she collapsed to the gravelled rooftop were the words that shattered her world. "Infinity Island will never be your home again. I release you from your oath. You are no longer bound to the League of Shadows."

The girl's eyes closed as the man finished speaking, and he placed a package, a bag, and a small dagger beside her. He removed the concealed weapons from her boots and wrists before taking her bow and quiver. He lightly caressed her cheek before stepping away, and another girl walked forward to take the weapons from him, strapping them to her own body. She moved to take the sword, but the man stopped her. "Leave it."

The woman nodded, bending over the girl she viewed as her own daughter to remove the sleeper dart from her neck. "You will make a new life here, Zahrat Alssum. You are free to choose a new path now, as Emilisa McKnight. Make me proud, little flower."

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Aura's AN: This was previously posted on Song's account, under the same title. Due to some rude comments about the pairing and plot, and her lack of time and availability, we decided to move it to my account.
FLAMES AND RUDE REVIEWS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. Please, if you have something to say about the plot, or the pairing, be nice about it. Song and I have put a lot of hard work into this, and while we may not know the universe perfectly, we do know it well enough to write a fic on it.
DO NOT TEAR INTO OUR OC. We work extremely hard to make our OCs unique. We spend hours sketching out and trying to visualize them, writing out their backstories, creating their personalities, everything, right down to picking their favorite color. Each one of our OCs is, in our eyes, a very real person, and having people insult them and call them a "Mary Sue" when they are each very different characters, hurts.
OUR CHOICES ARE OUR OWN. We're not making you read this. If Robin/OC isn't your thing. there's this fun little thing called a back button. Go ahead and click it. We won't be offended. We're writing this fic purely for our own enjoyment and entertainment, so others can get a peek into our insanity and hopefully get a kick out of our carefully crafted craziness, and also because we're currently unemployed. However, if you do decide to continue reading, I ask you to heed the above warnings in bold, as they are words to live by when approaching any story written by myself or any of my friends.

Song's AN: As Aura said, this was previously posted on my account. The title there now reads The Poison Flower has been MOVED so followers know to look elsewhere for it. I'm glad Aura addressed the flames and tearing into the OC. When this was first posted, I actually snapped, and went off at someone for dissing the pairing, when she didn't deserve it, and someone else had insulted the story, the plot, the pairing, the OC, and myself and Aura, so if anyone deserved me blowing up at them, they did, not the person I did blow up at. So please, if you're going to leave a review, don't flame, don't be rude, don't insult us or our OC. Leave nice comments, or constructive criticism (but don't do it in a way that can come across as rude). Okay?