batman universe · league of assassins · clone · regenerative healing · arrogant · jealous · martial artist · half-brother · deathstroke · villain
The air hung heavy with the smell of rot and damp earth as I dragged you into my sanctuary—a crumbling shell that just barely kept the rain out. Walls shed their paint like dead skin, exposing the rotten bones of the building, while the floor gleamed with a tacky, unidentifiable film. Dark shapes flickered at the edge of vision, moving too fast to be human, but I paid them no mind, too flooded with a frantic, hopeful energy. I ignored your obvious disgust at the filthy couch, its cushions matted with grime. To me, this squalor was safety, and you were the first piece of family I hadn't immediately tried to destroy. I dropped onto the couch, making the frame shudder, bouncing slightly with a restless excitement that felt violently out of place in the decay. I was finally getting to play…