My name is Justine Mathilda, you can call me Justin. A boys name, I know, don't make fun of my nick name, certainly wasn't my idea. Fourteen years ago, I was born. Thriteen years ago, I was kidnapped. Ten years ago, I started my training with the people who kidnapped me, the League of Assassins. Who, incase your wondering, are not the friendliest of people. Before they train you to fight, they train you to take pain. Incase you don't get what I'm talking about, knife wounds, fist wounds, even bullet wounds. They do said things to you, and then leave you to heal in a broom closet. Ok, so maybe it's not a broom closet, but it's the size of one. They call it my room. What a joke. It has a cot, and that's it. Only window is to small to fit my head through. Anyway, training started at four, and ended at eight. At eight, I was taught the basics of weapon handling and self defence. At ten, I was given a sensei, that sensei was Jason Todd.

JUSTIN'S POINT OF VEIW:

The woman who had been superivsing my training until now dragged me into a room, and threw me on the ground infront of a man. I kept my forehead pressed to the floor, learning from expiriance that looking people in the eye around here got you hurt very badly. If not by the person you looked at, then by your tutor, who happend to be the woman behind me. She was cruel. Well, every one here was cruel really, I guess eventually, I would be too. You know, when I was skilled enough to be cruel without getting killed by whoever I was disrespecting.

The man spoke to the woman, "Talia knows I only came here to learn, not to teach some little kid."

"Never the less Jason, we have taught you much, you will help us with out latest expirament." Came a new voice as someone else entered the room. I cringed, I had seen her once before, knew her very well by reputation, it was Talia Al Ghul, daughter of Ra's Al Ghul. The man who ran the League of Assassins.

There was a silence, "Fine."

Talia grabbed my hair, and yanked my head up to stare at the man infront of me, "Meet your new sensei, Jason Todd."

My eyes widend as I looked at him, I had heard of him, the man Talia had brought back with the Lazarus Pit, the man who had dawned the Red Hood and had defied the Batman himself. His eyes met mine, and I thought I saw surprise on his face for a moment, but it washed away. I had heard that every teacher he went to, he killed after finding out something about them, like one sold children as slaves, another was planning on killing her family. Would he kill me? Then again, I had nothing bad in my past, except being in the League of Assassins, and that's only because I was kidnapped when I was one. Either way, if this guy really was Jason Todd, my days of surviving were over.

TWO YEARS LATER:

I ducked out of the way of his fist, and then brought up my knee, hoping to catch his chin, but he grabbed it, and shoved me to the ground, and before I could roll, he had his foot on my chest, pressing down lightly. "You have to watch the openings your going for, your opponents may have created them just to get you of guard."

I nodded, and he took his foot off me, and helped me up, I didn't understand this man. Anyone else would have beat me for falling for that, but this one... he was... kinder than the others, he showed emotion, even if it wasn't a lot. I was trying to learn about the emotions that he showed, but he showed them so discreetly I couldn't understand.

I knew few emotions, hate, anger, rage, they were the one's I displayed most often. He had displayed them too, but he also showed things like happiness, sadness, and even... love. I think that's what it was, I could be wrong though, it might just be some form of pride in what he had trained, me.

He looked at my far off expression, "Justin?" He asked, using the nick name he had made for me, I don't know why he did, it was frowned upon by the League, nick names showed fondness, attachment.

I looked up at him, "Yes Sensei?"

He rolled his eyes, "I told you, call me Jason."

I swallowed, "Yes... J-jason?" Calling someone other than another apprentice by their first name was considered disrespectful, but he had told me to call him that, wasn't disobeying him disrespectful as well?

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, going over to a shelf on the wall, and taking down a gun.

"Emotions." I confessed.

"Really?" He asked, "What emotions?"

"The one's I don't understand." I said.

"Which one's would those be?" He asked fiddling with the gun.

All of them. "Happiness, fondness... love." I answered.

He didn't look up at me, as if he wasn't surprised or angry at all about me thinking about such usless and forbidden things. "Happiness is what you feel when you feel like everything is going to be OK. That nothing can mess whatever it is that makes you happy up. Fondness is what you feel what you have an attachment to something or someone, have you ever felt that?"

I thought for a moment, "Does a fondness for a weapon count?"

He chuckled, "I guess that counts."

"Then I think I have a fondness for my guns." I said, smiling a little. "What about love?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment, "Love is when... well... it's when you feel like you have to protect something with your life, that you can't let anything else touch it, or harm it. When you want to lay your life down for someone you care about."

"Have you ever felt love Jason?" I asked.

He sighed, "Yes, I loved a woman once."

I tilted my head to the side, "What happend to her?"

"Don't you have training to do?" He asked.

"Yes Sensei, sorry." I apologised.

TWO YEARS LATER:

I was brought before the seven leaders, and Talia Al Ghul, it was some kind of test that they had prepared for me, trying to see how far I had come in four years. Please, I was a fourteen year old assassin, trained by Jason Todd, I think we can all asume that I'm awesome. (Oh, she really changed in two years, didn't she? Living with Jason does that to you!)

I stood in the center of the room, while they all watched from the ledge above. Ten figures clad in black came out form the shadows, ninjas. They all pulled out weapons, each one different, one had a sword, another had a whip, one had a bow, another had throwing knives, it went down the list. I took a deep breath, and my hand went to the two guns strapped to my waist. I grabbed them both, and started firing. I hit three, killing them on impact, one shot an arrow at me, I twisted out of the way, and then kicked one with twin daggers that had run up behind me in the neck, breaking it. Another with the whip cracked it at me, and I ducked out of the way, and then grabbed the end, twisting it around my arm. I dodged another arrow, and a knife embedded itself in my shoulder. I yelped, nad the one who had thrown it snickered, "Did that hurt you little princess?"

Anger boild inside of me, I was anything but a princess! After all that I had been through, everything that I had done for this stupid league for my whole life, wasn't it time I got some well deserved credit? I was sick of being submissive to every one! I was through with being refered to as 'Todds student'. I had a name you know!

I yanked the knife out, and then threw it at the one holding the whip, it hit him in the eye, and he died. Take that! Who's the priness now sucker? The one with the bow and the one with the knives both fired at me at the same time. I jumped above them, and grabbed the knife in mid flight, and the sent it at the one with the bow, killing him. Several other's jumped at me, trying to strike with punches and kicks, but ended up getting shot. Then, I ran out of bullets. Typical. I grabbed the sword of the fallen ninja I had broken the neck of, and then stabbed one, and then fnished the rest off with multiple blow to the vital areas. I was surrounded by bodies, and I wasn't finished. There was one left. I turned slowly to the one from earlier, hte knife thrower who had called me 'princess'. I slowly stalked towards him, sword on my hand as he slowly backed up, and started throwing knife after knife at me. I blocked or dodged them all, and He stopped, clutching onto his last knife for dear life.

"Idiot." I spat, getting closer to him. He blinked, and I heard his breathing get faster, he was scared. I dropped the sword, and charged at him, he stood his ground, trying to cut me with the knife, but I flipped over him, and when he turned around to strike me, I kicked him in the face, breaking his nose. He closed his eyes at the pain. I took advantage of his temporary blindness. I hit him right below the sternum, and I heard a satifying crack, that made my heart pump faster at the excitment.

I grabbed his arm when he opened his eyes, and twisted it as far back as I could, and then further, hearing small cracks and pops emit from his arm. He screamed, and a sick grin spread unto my face. Fear, pain, I loved it. I took the knife from his hand, and shoved it threw his jaw, into his brain. Clean kill shot. I shoved him to the ground, and I didn't stop, I kept striking him, over and over, though it was clear to every one he was already dead.

Voices yelled at me to stop, but I didn't. My anger that had pooled up over fourteen years at Talia, the other seven leaders, people I had met, other apprentices, all of it, came out from my fists, and into the body beneath me. I didn't know that I had all this inner rage, and it scared me slightly. How was I capable of this? THe fear made my anger grow, if that was possible at this point.

Two assassins dashed towards me, and grabbed me, pulling me off the dead body. I fought against them trying to strike them as well, yelling out curses that I had heard Jason say, shouting things I forgot instantly. I had killed him! I had killed them all. I had done what they wanted, what was so wrong about beating up a dead body? Could I get no respect around here at all? Suddenly, someone pressed the pressure point on my neck, and I blacked out.

JASON'S POINT OF VEIW:

I jumped from the ledge into the room below, and quickly rushed over to Justin, and pressed down hard on her pressure point. She blacked out.

I looked up to the ledge where the others were standing, and they all looked at me with disappointment, Talia gestured for Justin to be taken away, and they did. She walked over to me, "Jason, you've ruined her."

I frowned, "No I didn't, that's the first time I've ever seen her do that."

She glared at me, "You taught her emotion!" She screeched, "I can see it in her eyes, Jason! Don't bother to deny it. Do you know how hard it was to track down a child capable of being the weapon we needed, and in a few short sentences, you ruin it all!"

I glared at her, "I didn't teach her emotion." I lied.

She stared me down, before saying, "The weapon will have to be disposed of, kill her Jason."

I frowned, and quickly hatched a plan, "Fine, I'll do it tomorrow."

THE NEXT DAY, JUSTIN'S POINT OF VEIW:

Jason had pulled me into his car, and had just driven and driven for hours on end, until I no longer knew where we were. Finally, I spoke up, "Where are we going?"

"Small mission, dispose of a loose end." He said, "That's all they told me."

I paused, sincing somehting in his words. "That's all they told you to tell me."

His finger's tightend on the wheel and he slammed his brakes. He stepped out of the car, and took out his gun. "Out of the car Justin."

I got out of the car, and he pointed the gun at me, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happend. "They told you to kill me."

He nodded, "You were getting to angry, they can't control you any more."

I looked at the ground, "They're afraid of what they can't control."

He nodded, "And they can't control you, that's good." He fired the gun, and it hit my shoulder. "Talia, I shot her, but then she took out her own gun." He said whle I gripped my arm in pain, trying not to scream. He shot himself in the leg, "Then she shot me, and then shot me again." He shot himself in the other leg, and fell to the ground. "Then she ran. I'm sorry Talia, I underestimated her."

I looked at Jason, not blieving what he was doing, and he smiled at me. "Run Justin, don't look back, and don't worry about me."

I stood there a moment, and then smiled, for the first time in my life, I smiled. "Jason, thank you."

He shrugged, despite the pain of having both his legs shot, and said, "You deserve a life."

"Why are you doing this for me?" I asked.

"You remind me of someone, two someones actually." He said, "One is me, the other one, is the woman I told you about."

"The one you love." I confirmed.

He nodded, "Your eyes are just like hers." He tossed his gun to me, "Now run already, Justin."

I nodded, and ran, one hand holding the gun, the other holding my shoulder, "Thank you." I called out one more time.

OK guys, I know, Justin's a little mary-sueish a tthe moment, but trust me, she get's better. I promise so... don't give up on me just yet? I mena, she hardly knows emotion at all, so she's not the easiest person to right for really... Right so, Thank you Newsiesgirllaces for your constant reviews. I live for the reviews people, so... click the review button and leave comment... even if it's a flame, I don't mind really.