Chapter Two
April 3rd, 2010
Gotham City, USA
Bleake Island, 6th Street
"Welcome to hell."
The crude graffiti scrawled across the welcoming sign to Bleake Island was a less than ideal greeting to the uninitiated. For Davian, it was little more than the final nail to the coffin that was his poor impression of Gotham City.
The Megacity was massive compared to even New York or most other urban dwellings. Its only competitor in scope was the aptly named 'Metropolis,' which was hundreds of miles south of Davian's new home.
Bleake Island was the northernmost municipality for the three mainline isles resting at the direct center of the sprawling Metropolis. For a city so known for its corruption and general deviancy, the feat of human engineering that went into its creation was a technological marvel.
In his opinion, the architects of Gotham City had wasted their talents in a place filled with depravity and corruption.
"Come on, hurry up!"
Davian could practically see the deviants scampering around from the rooftops. Four stories below his chosen place of observation was a cluster of criminals breaking into a diamond exchange, minus the screaming customers.
The fools were either new to the city or didn't care for the possibility of Batman shattering their knees.
Luckily for them, Bruce was busy handling an issue and left the patrolling of Gotham City to him and his….protege.
"How's the helm?" Dick Grayson, son of a murdered family and the heir to the Wayne fortune, piped up abruptly. "All the specs running well?"
"They're adequate." Davian deactivated his helm's infrared oculi, zooming out from the gang leader rounding up his thugs into a frenzy.
The Al Ghul preferred to keep his identity a secret while in 'costume' as most so-called heroes do. Davian, however, went overboard designing a tactical helmet with an advanced heads up display linked to Batman's massive telecommunications network.
A tactical visor filled with an exuberant amount of critical data stretched from his chin to the crown of his head. The outer coating was covered in a darkened cobalt shade with two blood-red lights positioned where his eyes would be.
His so-called 'hero' outfit was more similar to the League of Assassins than a vigilante belonging to the Justice League.
An olive drabbed jacket with a billowing hood covered Davian's torso but fastened over the attire was a micro-fluid body armor that provided adequate protection against firearms. A pair of similarly colored Nomex survival slacks and boots covered his lower half with a set of leg holsters containing an equal number of .50 action hand cannons.
The nonlethal variant so that Bruce didn't kick his ass during what little training time they spent together.
Davian refused to undergo tutelage under Batman because of his history with the man, but that didn't mean he would deny using the vigilante's resources.
Bruce had far too much on his plate as it was. His responsibilities already included managing the Justice League and guiding Robin on top of patrolling Gotham on the nightly. Adding another soul to that list wasn't in his best interest, and Davian had no desire to learn under the faux playboy.
But finding a mentor that could gell properly with the Al Ghul was easier said than done.
Davian's personality was simple in nature. He spent most of his time in seclusion due to his less than optimal upbringing, and he preferred to observe rather than interact with people on the daily.
His…..assignments to Mentors such as Green Arrow and Black Canary had not panned out. They could not refine Davian's combat style to be non-lethal because it was so closely aligned with what he learned from the League of Assassins.
Davian's moves were far too geared towards violence, and there were few Leaguer's whose styles were derived from a martial mindset. That didn't mean he was incapable of bringing criminals down with his bare hands without taking a life.
The issue remained solely because their most dangerous opponents would not be taken down so easily. If Davian were to face a heavy-hitter right now, he would almost certainly revert to his lethal tactics out of instinct, resulting in a PR catastrophe for the League.
For the time being, the Al Ghul was relegated to light patrol duty under Robin's supervision when Batman was predisposed. He didn't particularly enjoy being sidelined without a general path, but his father did teach him to be a patient hunter.
"What's your count?"
"Hmmm. I'm sitting around sixteen goons." Robin collapsed his binocs and attached them to his belt. "You?"
"Sixteen." It became common practice for the duo to tally up their opponents before engaging them.
At first, it was simply to gauge Davian's awareness in the field, but it quickly escalated into who could bring down the most thugs first.
"First to Nine?" Davian nodded, reaching for a pair of faux-looking pistols strapped to his thighs. Robin extended his staff, halting the Al Ghul's limbs before they could grasp his chosen weapons.
"Eh, eh. No stun guns." Robin requested jokingly. "I don't need you cheating like last time."
"If you're not cheating, you're not trying." Dick shot him an exasperated glance.
"Did Ra's teach you that?"
"No." A glimmer of a smile graced Davian's lips. "Talia did."
Their previous engagement involved around twenty of the Penguin's goons. Davian used a pair of finely crafted hand cannons, modified from the chassis of a .50 action express Desert Eagle without the lethal ammunition.
The Raven Hawk hand cannon was the perfect mix of stopping power and the abiding rules set in place by Batman. Davian utilized his favorite form of firearms while also keeping Bruce from tearing his kneecaps off.
No killing.
Anyone.
Including the Joker.
Davian wondered how long he could keep himself from putting a bullet into the madman on principle.
He perished the thought before it could distract him from his mission. Robin kicked off the rooftop and landed feet first on the shoulders of a thoroughly confused thug. The acrobat smashed his heel into the gunman's jaw, knocking him unconscious and throwing the rest of his companions into disarray.
Davian followed suit, stepping off the ledge and dropping onto an unsuspecting criminal sporting an MP5K. He bled his momentum by grabbing the man's neck and twisting him into a headlock. Gravity demanded that Davian drain more kinetic energy, and so he bent the flailing thug and drove the top of his forehead into the concrete.
The familiar sound of flesh smashing into a hardened material halted all parties, and Robin sent Davian a scathing look for his brutal takedown. The Al Ghul shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention towards the surprised thugs.
"Who the fuck is this guy?!" A goon yelled as he pulled his AR on Davian.
"Who gives a shit?! Kill him!" One of his companions ordered as he unleashed a burst of 5.56 at their second interloper. Three other criminals followed suit, allowing six of their colleagues to handle the Boy Wonder.
Davian activated his cloak and rolled to his right, barely avoiding a wave of ballistic shells that chipped away at the Honda he was braced against. He shifted down the passenger side and ripped the door clean off its hinges.
The criminals were startled by Davian's strength, and two of them were unable to avoid the car door being converted into a frisbee and hurled squarely towards them. Both goons were completely incapacitated, and Davian turned his attention toward the remaining thugs.
The Al Ghul disappeared into the alleyway shadows, startling the thugs into emptying the rest of their magazines into the adjacent brick wall. Davian ambushed a pair of isolated criminals, one of which let out a welp of terror as their assault rifle fell to the ground.
The thugs paced backward, seeking to create as much distance between themselves and the Al Ghul after seeing four of their numbers taken down so easily. Davian kicked off his feet and crossed ten meters of space in two seconds, masterfully weaving in between bursts of gunfire, trading brutalizing blows with each stream of rounds fired in panic.
Davian silently thanked his father for the blessings of his Lazarus pit as he drove a snap kick into a thug's cranium and parried a firearm dangerously close to his shoulder.
He pulled the firearm by its barrel and used it to slingshot the frightened goon into a brutal clothesline. The man's momentum sent him head over heels before landing face-first into the concrete and rendered unconscious.
Davian advanced on the last three grunts, sparing a glimpse at Robin, who was surrounded by six unconscious crooks and was about to knock out his seventh.
They were tied for now, but Davian wouldn't tolerate second place.
He snatched an unconscious grunt by his kevlar and hurled him into the criminal on his right. The poor sod was in the midst of reloading his MP5k when the human torpedo collided with his abdomen headfirst, knocking the wind out of him and leaving him gasping for oxygen.
Davian faded in and out of view as he approached the final crooks. His active camo converted him into a phantom stalking its next victim.
He glided across the pavement, dodging a burst of 5.56, and swiped the thug's firearm with his right leg. His limb caught the assault rifle's barrel, sending it skittering across the surface.
The criminal could do little more than cover his face as Davian drove his fist into his cheek, sending him into the blissful confines of sleep. As he turned to face the sole remaining thug, he found space occupied by a neglected assault rifle.
A sharp whistle from Robin caused Davian to snarl in irritation.
Robin stood over the last criminal, with his bo staff pinned against the unconscious man's back.
The last criminal had lost his nerve and ran straight into Robin's hands. A sure strike to the abdomen followed by a blow to the back of the head ended his criminal activities for the night.
It also extended Dicks lead in their competitions.
"So, what's the score at now?" Robin adopted a sarcastic expression, tapping his finger against his chin. "10 to 9. No, that's not it. Is it 11 to 9? Nah, that can't be it either."
"It is 13 to 9, in your favor." The words almost made Davian hurl in disgust. His family would have his head if they knew that Dick Grayson, of all people, bested him in anything.
"Tch, tch, tch. You getting slow on me, buddy. I'd hate for you to start cramping on my style." Robin raised his arms in surrender at Davian's cutting glance. "You need to be more whelmed, my man. You're a ball of tension that's just waiting to explode."
The Al Ghul said nothing to the Boy Wonder, nodding towards the sky before dropping himself into a squat. He launched himself into the air, clearing the roof by a few yards and leaving Robin in his dust.
"Hey, wait for me!" Dick sighed to himself as Davian disappeared, unfastening the grapnel launcher from his belt. "I am so over this babysitting duty."
Gotham City, USA
Outskirts, Wayne Manor
"Report." Bruce's voice echoed across the Batcave as Dick strode into the main room. He was detailing a DNA sequence that undoubtedly belonged to their guest if the still image was anything to go by.
One of Davian's temporary conditions at Wayne Manor was a thorough examination of his genetic material. Bruce wanted to make sure he wasn't carrying around a biological agent planted by his psychopathic father, and while Davian was cleared from this type of viral containment, his complex DNA piqued his detective instincts.
Over the last few months, Bruce carefully analyzed the Al Ghul's genetic material to find a match that could explain his inhuman abilities.
Superhuman durability, enhanced agility, and heightened reflexes were par for the course when it came to superpowers, but Davian's DNA was remarkably unique.
Bruce recognized the genetic code belonging to Ra's, but he couldn't identify the other half belonging to Davian's mother. He was always curious about the boy's superhuman abilities during his tenure with the League of Assassins, but he wasn't crazy enough to start investigating Davian while under Ra's roof.
Years later, their subsequent reunion reignited his curiosity, but Davian again kept any information on his mother to himself, and nothing Bruice did could convince him otherwise. He would have threatened to kick him out of the manor if Alfred hadn't taken a shining to their guest.
Fortunately, a chance encounter between the Al Ghul and a founding member of the Justice League drew Bruce towards a…unique solution.
This inspiration led Bruce to take a blood sample from said Leaguer and apply it to Davian's genetic material. That's why he sent Dick on a routine patrol with the Al Ghul while he sought an answer to a decades-old inquiry.
Dick wasn't enthused about Bruce's constant meddling, but he knew better than to speak his opinion on this matter. The last thing he wanted was to get caught up in any Al Ghul drama, so an unsupervised street patrol was everything he could have wished for.
After returning to the Batcave, the Al Ghul left for the lower floors to occupy his time with an equipment check that would undoubtedly last long into the morning while Dick handled their debrief.
Alfred stood behind his seated father with an easy smile, providing some level of comfort to Bruce with his presence alone.
The pair quietly awaited Robin as he slid into an empty chair next to Bruce.
"Davian's still having trouble adjusting to street-level thugs. His reaction time is damn near perfect, but his application needs work." Nothing needed to be said about his exemplary combat against Batman's Rogue's gallery. They seemed to be the only criminals in Gotham that Davian knew how efficiently takedown. "Every time he moves to intercept, there's a noticeable hitch in his movements. He's trying to keep from killing anyone, but a decades plus worth of training under Ra's Al Ghul is showing."
"Recommendation?" Dick pursed his lips in thought, linking his hands and leaning the back of his head into them.
"No change in parameters. We keep him in our line of sight for the time being…." The Boy Wonder's eyes danced with uncertainty. "...Are we absolutely certain that putting Davian out on the streets is a good idea?
"Do you have reservations?"
"I won't lie. When I first met Davian, I took everything you said about him with a grain of salt. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that he wasn't going to last more than a week, but he's grown on me despite all assumptions to the contrary."
"Not everyone can choose their family," Batman reminded, his palms relaxing against his desk. "As the current heir to the demon, Davian will always be hunted by the League of Shadows. The safest place for him is under our jurisdiction and direction."
"You sure you're not doing this for Talia?" Alfred's aged visage crinkled with amusement at the slightest hitch to is Bruce's movements.
"Yes." His voice betrayed no deceit, but neither were convinced outright. Dick didn't believe him out of principle, and Alfred remained resolutely mute out of respect for Bruce.
Talia was one of the few women in the world that could make Bruce rethink his choices to some degree, and that was an influence he would rather not see gain any more traction.
With little else to say, Dick departed the bat cave to grab his annual five-hour sleep before his academy started. If there was one thing that he envied Davian for, he didn't have to attend primary school.
No one in their right mind would put a trained killer in high school.
Lucky bastard.
Alfred watched his young master depart with an amused glimpse. Davian's inclusion into their little family was good for everyone involved. Richard got to spend time with someone his age on a daily basis, and Bruce was remarkably more at ease with his ward patrolling Gotham City without his immediate supervision.
It was truly astonishing to Alfred to find Bruce so easily trusting Davian, but the pair have a deep connection to one another that few could ever truly understand.
Nanda Parbat is not a place for the lighthearted. The faculties of that ancient temple forever change ideologies, morals, and lives.
Talia played her part in their relationship, but she wasn't the foundation that seemingly bound them together.
That honor went to Davian's father, Ra's Al Ghul, who continued to seek out a worthy successor to his throne.
It was ironic to Alfred, and undoubtedly Master Bruce, that the two most qualified candidates for that mantle wanted nothing to do with it.
How amusing.
"Alfred." The aged butler was wrestled from his straying thoughts by a familiar voice.
"Yes, Master Bruce?"
"Am I wrong?" Alfred paused in thought, his lips frowning with subtle distaste at the doubt creeping into Bruce.
It wasn't just Master Richard who doubted Davian at first but a host of other prominent heroes, many of whom were founding members of the Justice League.
Bruce was as stubborn as an ox, but he wasn't ignorant of the perception of taking in Ra's Al Ghul's son. The risks were innumerable and volatile, but he was taking them nonetheless.
"No," Alfred answered with unwavering confidence. "You are not wrong for taking Master Davian in, but he needs someone to guide him through the darkness. You have raised Master Dick exceptionally well under the circumstances, but Davian is different. We cannot give him what he seeks."
"And what does he seek?"
"What everyone yearns for Master Bruce…." Alfred cast a glance towards the object of their discussion, meticulously maintaining his equipment. Davian was a fine fellow, difficult to understand at times, but a well-adjusted young man nonetheless.
He was unyielding yet adaptable, calm yet emphatic.
A perfect balance that makes him an enigma to the uninitiated.
But beneath that balance was a young man searching for stability that welcomed him with open arms and didn't demand constant perfection or ruthless efficiency.
Alfred wasn't naïve enough to believe Bruce could be that stability, but he could provide the means of achieving a balance.
"…A home." Bruce's rhythmic typing fell into a momentary pause, his mind preoccupied with a dozen other solutions to his current predicament.
Davian needed a mentor, but potential matches were in short supply. Dinah and Arthur did their best, but the former was busy with his own sidekick while the latter couldn't bond with Davian in any meaningful way.
He was too headstrong for Dinah to manage part-time, and despite her insistence, it wasn't working out.
There was only one option left on the table, and she was the best option of the three, but Davian refused to meet her. The circumstances behind the Al Ghul's determination to avoid this Leaguer puzzled Bruce, but additional contributing factors were also considered.
Outside of Justice League facilities, the candidate didn't maintain a personal base of operations in the United States.
Her home was far more….exotic.
The Batcomputer flashed a series of words that caught his immediate attention.
Speaking of exotic.
GENETIC SEQUENCING COMPLETE….
Bruce was expecting a complete mismatch to settle his inquiry.
What he got instead was a jarring result.
PARTIAL MATCH….
It shouldn't have been possible, but Ra's Al Ghul got his hands on one of the most exotic races native to Earth.
An Amazon.
"Aresia."
With a resigned exhale, Davian brought his fingers to a halt and laid his gauntlet on the already crowded workbench. He was in the midst of tweaking his grapnel launcher before Bruce came knocking.
The name alone evoked memories that Davian would prefer to forget. Until his father dragged him into the catacombs of Nanda Parbat, he had no idea what his mother's name was, let alone if she was even alive.
Ra's had her locked away in an isolated cell far from the bustling corridors of Nanda Parbat for reasons that were lost to Davian.
Even now, he can recall Aresia's golden mane marred by muck and her bright azure orbs that sparkled through the darkness.
Ra's silently paraded Davian in front of his mother, never once alluding to their shared connection. Instead, he relied on the Amazonian magic running through his veins courtesy of his…mother.
Aresia felt the connection almost instantaneously. The subtle aura exhuming from Davian was similar to an Amazon but not an exact copy.
She called him a blight upon her race, a monstrosity to be purged without mercy or hesitation. If words weren't enough, then she made her hatred for Davian clear for all to understand.
By spitting in his face.
The bodily fluid dripped down his right cheek, intermingling with a subtle teardrop of ruined hope.
No child ever truly wants to be dismissed by his parents.
"Where did you get that name?"
"Wonder Woman," Batman answered, ignoring the Al Ghul's biting glare of contempt. "The Amazon's are a tight-knit family, and there's only been one missing in the last twenty years…."
Well, that certainly narrows it down.
He glanced towards Batman, his crimson orbs never once betraying his internal turmoil.
A detailed file with Davian's name emblazoned upon its cover was thrown atop the workbench. "How did Ra's get Aresia?"
How does an Amazon get snagged by the Demon's Head?
Pride and greed.
"He was going to kill her at first," Davian remarked with a glimpse of humor. "Aresia was a wandering mercenary plying her trade with local warlords in Asia when Ra's made a bid for her services. Aresia only worked for female chieftains, and she refused to work for a 'monkey.' My father took exception and sent my sisters to make an example of her, but after Aresia killed a dozen of their personal guards, Talia chose to bring her back to Nanda Parbat."
"Did they know she was an Amazon?"
"No." The Al Ghul answered. "Talia was simply impressed by her martial skill and brought her to the League as a potential candidate. It didn't take long for my father to figure out she wasn't a simple mercenary."
"Did Ra's experiment on her?"
"Amongst…other things." Davian shuffled in place, his fists clenching. "You and I both know how obsessed he is with finding the perfect heir, and her unique abilities were everything he wanted in a mate."
"Did he…?" The underlying inquiry was as loaded as they came, but Davian met his alluding question head-on.
"I was born from a tube, Bruce." Davian vehemently answered. "He may not have the highest opinion of his father, but even Ra's balked at the idea of forcing himself upon someone."
"My father knew a natural birth was out of the question, so he grew me from a tube and spliced their genetic material together." His mind was momentarily consumed by the rushing fluids surrounding his infant body. "Even then, I would have died had my father not thrown me in the Lazarus Pit. Its rejuvenating properties were the only thing that kept me from the afterlife."
"Where is she now?"
"Dead." There was nothing in Davian's voice, no inflection of sorrow or even the slightest emotion for the woman who was his mother. "Ra's killed her with a serrated dagger gifted by Felix Faust. The blade was imbued with magical properties that could poison Amazons and commit them to an excruciating end…."
An inhuman shriek of pure agony leaked to the front of his mind. "…She died screaming."
"I'm sorry." Bruce wasn't the most emotional human being on the planet, but he tried to convey some form of condolence to Davian.
His biting response wasn't all that surprising.
"Why would you be?"
Bruce stared at him with those piercing blue orbs, but after a few moments of tense silence, he turned on his heel and marched towards a set of metal stairs leading to the Batcave's main platform.
"I have a meeting with the League in a few hours." Davian's eyes crinkled with interest.
"About?"
"What do you think?" Bruce ascended the platform and disappeared from sight, leaving Davian to stew in his own thoughts.
Six months under Batman's wing, and not one of them trusted Davian.
Maybe they weren't as naïve as he thought.
"And you're coming with me."
Davian's eyes curled with confusion. He was used to being a subject of interest but not once was he present for their discussions. Which inevitably drew a line of questioning from the Al Ghul's lips.
"Where are these meetings at?"
Earth Orbit
Watchtower
A satellite in space.
When did the Justice League get an orbital satellite, and how the hell did they build it without anyone noticing?
"Don't touch anything." Batman's voice was stern and to the point, but Davian could scarcely tear his eyes from the splendid view of Earth.
Davian roamed the 'Watchtower's' observation deck and found a magnificent garden that only made the planet below all the more glorious.
Both Infinity Island and Nanda Parbat exhibited a natural beauty that remained unblemished by the hands of human civilization.
But there is no greater splendor than basking in the full picture of one's homeworld, and Davian could have spent hours staring at the Earth in solitude.
However, fate once again denied him solace.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A voice soothing to the ear pulled Davian from his temporary ignorance. "Someone should take a picture."
His crimson orbs trailed toward a floating figure with her hands curled into her blonde hair. She was dressed in clothing that befits a teenage girl in her first year of college. Her figure was accentuated by a loose jacket, snug waist-high pants, and a top that emphasized every subtle muscle on her physique. She exhumed an aura of invincibility that had Davian digging his heels into the steel floors.
This was not a normal girl.
"Hey now." The blonde took note of his wariness and raised her hands in a placating manner. "I'm not going to hurt you, and believe it or not. You can't hurt me."
"Who are you?" Davian believed her, but that didn't mean he lowered his guard for even a second.
"Name's Kara." The blonde uncrossed her arms and floated towards Davian. "Saw you come in with the Bat, and I thought you were Robin at first."
"What makes you think I'm not?"
"Too tall for one." Kara countered with an easy smile. "And you're not exactly wearing the traditional red tights and cape. Additionally, I never forget a face, and yours looks somewhat familiar but nowhere near Robins…have you been to Metropolis recently?"
"My father visited a year ago." Davian left out the part where Ra's tried to kill Superman, and Bruce intervened before a kryptonite dagger was lodged into the Man of Steel's throat.
"Your father?" Kara said, adjusting herself upright with a raised brow. "It's not Batman, is it?"
"Don't make me hurl." The very idea of being Bruce's sire was not a thought he relished. "I'm not an orphan he felt bad for and picked off the street."
"Then who are you?"
"My name's Davian."
"That's it?" Kara said, her eyes lighting up with amusement as she hovered around the Watchtower aimlessly. "No last name?"
"You didn't give me yours." Davian had a sneaking suspicion that Kara was the woman who crashed into Gotham City a few weeks before his escape from Infinity Island. His father used every asset in the city to find out what exactly Bruce pulled from the wrecked spaceship, but the only detail his agents uncovered was the alien markings etched into the craft's frame.
Markings that corresponded to the Kryptonian language.
"Well, technically, mine is still up for debate," Kara admitted. "And I haven't quite chosen one for this planet."
"Why don't you use your cousins?"
"Kara Kent?" She tasted the name before shrugging her shoulders with a satisfied gleam. "I like the sound of it even if it's entirely unoriginal."
"Most people would think twice before dropping Superman's last name." Bruce was still cross with Dick for giving Davian access to critical files, but there was little he could do to alleviate that problem.
That didn't stop Bruce from restricting both of them to the most tedious patrol routes for over two weeks.
"Kent isn't exactly a unique last name," Kara retorted with a smile. "And only the insane would go looking for Superman's family."
Davian ignored the fact that half of his rogue's gallery were walking weapons of massive with volatile personalities and shifted the conversation elsewhere.
"Have you been to Gotham? "
"No, and I can't say I want to, but enough about me." Kara landed a mere few feet to his right and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "I want to talk about you if only because you, my friend, are the only person I've spoken to the last few days that isn't a complete stick in the mud."
Davian snorted in amusement. "You sound like you've been hanging around Batman."
"Believe it or not, he doesn't have the worst personality on the planet." It was odd to hear someone stand up for Bruce's god-awful personality.
"Then who does?" Davian asked as the Kryptonian leaned in with a blistering smile.
"Amazons." He just barely managed to freeze any outward reaction, but the slight uptick in his heart rate drew her concerned gaze. "Have you been around one?"
"Unfortunately," Davian supplied with a cool demeanor. "But our interaction was less than pleasant."
"Couldn't be worse than mine." He wished that were true. "I just came back from an extended stay at Paradise Island, and Wonder Woman's trying to get me off the League's probationary period."
"The League has a probation period?" Davian inquired.
"My powers were difficult to manage, and Wonder Woman is a helluva teacher." Kara seemed like she was pitching the idea to him more than anything else. "Anyone would be lucky to learn under her."
"You sure about that." He had his doubts that an Amazon could teach anyone about self-control. Their people were notorious for hating anything with a penis.
"It worked for me." The Kryptonian spoke with a reassuring tone in her smooth voice. "Maybe it'll work for you."
"You seem to know more about me than you let on."
"I only know what I've heard." Kara gestured towards the conference room Bruce marched into earlier. "And anyone willing to walk away from the League of Assassins is more than ok in my book."
Their conversation was cut short by the conference room doors swinging outward, revealing a stern-faced Batman eyeing both of them.
"It's time." Davian felt Kara's hand softly squeeze his shoulder and lean forward just enough for her lips to ghost over his ear.
"Good luck." She whispered, earning a nod from the Al Ghul as her grip loosened and she floated away. He took her words to heart and followed Batman into the conference room, where his fate was to be decided.
He never believed in luck.