Damian College was an ordinary metropolitan college, its specialty was medicine, specifically surgery. In the Al Ghul family, almost everyone had medical skills, but he didnโt choose medicine because of that. For most of his life, all he did was kill someone or cause pain.
In the past, this meant nothing to him and was not supposed to, until it came to one mission where he had to remove the head and his family of a small clan that was interfering with the Al Ghuls.
He was 10 at the time and it was one of his usual missions. That night, Damian decided to kill the head first. After watching him for a long time, he waited until the head ended up in his own office. Coming out of his hiding place, with a lightning-fast movement Damian closed the distance between them and stabbed the katana straight into his heart.
He knew his exact location; he was forced to study and memorize the locations of organs on corpses. After stabbing the katana, the head coughed up blood, and Damian didnโt manage to move away quickly enough, and some drops of blood got onto his face.
โDamn it,โ he swore and wiped the blood with his glove.
The wife, who entered the room, didnโt manage to scream before the assassin precisely moved the blade across her throat. She fell down next to her husband.
Closing his eyes and exhaling, he shook his katana, removing drops of blood from it. Suddenly Damian heard the sound โุฃู
ูโ (โmom?โ). Turning around, Damian saw a boy entering the room, about the same age as him.
The boy screamed and, as if not noticing Damian, ran up to his parentsโ bodies, crying โุจูุงุจูุง! ุฃูู
ูโ (โmom! dad!โ). For Damian this was not supposed to mean anything.
But looking at this scene, at the boy hugging his parents and crying, he froze, and his hands stopped moving. He just looked.
He felt something strange.
A feeling of regret for what he had done was the first thing that came to his mind. But this should not have been there. He knew firmly that this feeling only appears when a mistake is made.
But he didnโt make one. He acted for the clan, he completed his mission.
But looking at the scene of this family, this feeling kept growing, and Damian didnโt like it.
Suddenly he felt a gaze on himself. The boy was staring at him and in his eyes there was hatred and pain, as if they were saying:
For a long minute they just looked at each other, Damian did not move.
Unable to bear it, he walked up to the boy. The boy did not move, did not run away, he just looked at Damian with that gaze. After a slight hesitation, Damian with one strike ended the life of the crying boy, closed his eyes and left, continuing to think about it.
Returning back, he reported his mission. That feeling did not leave him, and no matter how many trainings he did, it did not go away, and that scene with the crying boy and his parents kept appearing in his eyes.
He could only share it with one person, his brother (ุฃุฎู). But he disappeared when Damian was 8. When he asked his mother about him, she only replied that it was time for Jason to leave. He missed him and hoped that he was also missed.
There was no one he could talk to, so Damian kept it inside. After that he did not stop killing or carrying out missions, but that image still could not leave him.
To atone for the debt and get rid of this feeling, he decided to save lives instead of taking them again.
Closing the window, he went to take a shower. The hot water helped calm his thoughts, flowing over his body and warming him.
After the shower he started preparing breakfast. The silence of the apartment was filled with the sounds of cooking, proving that someone lived there.
Damian was a vegetarian. Despite his past as a killer, he loved animals very much. He felt guilty every time he ate their meat, so he gave it up.
His skilled hands cut vegetables into small pieces. Heating the pan, he added them. The oil sizzled. Soon he added three eggs and spices to taste.
When Damian finished cooking, he checked the time.
Preparing the table for himself, Damian sat down to eat. Even though the food was hot, everything around felt cold.
Sometimes, when his mother visited him, they shared lunch at the table, but usually Damian ate alone, only in the company of silence and his thoughts.
Finishing his meal, Damian washed the dishes and cleaned the table. Then he put on his clothes: a tracksuit, hoodie, and sports pants. He put on a cap, even though there was no sunโit served as a way to hide his face.
Even though he was no longer in the League, he did not skip training. Leaving and closing the door, Damian went out into the streets of Metropolis.
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