The helicopter blades cut through the humid Santa Prisca air as we descended onto the island.
The target was simple: Bane.
Mercenary. Tyrant. Venom addict.
A man the League classified as "kill on sight."
I was six.
And yet, I walked beside three of the most lethal women alive.
The Vipers Who Walked With Me
TALIA AL GHUL
My mother. Stern, beautiful, ruthless.
Her hand rested on the hilt of her sword
"Stay focused, Damian. Stay alive."
LADY SHIVA
The world's deadliest assassin.
She eyed me like I was a blade she wasn't sure was sharpened correctly.
CHESHIRE
Poison in human form.
She smirked at me as we approached the compound.
"Try not to get crushed by the big guy, little prince."
I didn't respond.
She laughed like that was an answer.
The Infiltration — Damian Proves His Worth
We moved through the jungle like shadows.
Shiva broke necks silently.
Cheshire's poisoned blades dropped guards without a sound.
Talia moved like a storm with no wind.
And me—
I was the quietest.
The transparent world flickered in and out.
I spotted ambushes before they happened.
I predicted footsteps before they landed.
"Two guards ahead," I whispered.
Shiva paused, surprised she hadn't sensed
Talia smirked.
"My son is exceptional."
Cheshire patted my head.
"Creepy little prodigy. I like it."
Inside the Fortress
The halls were a labyrinth.
Bane's guards were trained, fast, brutal…
But not fast enough.
I didn't draw my Nichirin sword yet.
Not until I needed it.
I relied on:
Micro bursts of Sun Breathing
Enhanced perception
Predictive movement
Quiet, controlled strikes
The women noticed.
They didn't understand it—
but they noticed.
Shiva whispered,
"That boy… what kind of breathing is that?"
Talia lowered her gaze.
"Something the League doesn't teach."
The Encounter With Bane
We reached a warehouse-sized chamber.
There he stood.
Massive.
Venom surging through tubes in his back.
Eyes cold.
Voice deeper than the concrete walls.
"So Ra's sends a child to kill me? Pathetic."
He rushed us—
Faster than expected.
Shiva blocked first and was thrown ten meters.
Cheshire dodged barely.
Talia slashed but was swatted aside.
Then it was just me.
A six-year-old.
Facing the man who broke Batman.
I inhaled sharply.
Sun Breathing — First Form
(only 10% Yoriichi Adaptation)
Heat surged through me.
My blood sang.
I slid under Bane's strike—
kicked his wrist—
and felt bone snap under my heel.
Bane roared.
The women stared in shock.
Talia whispered,
"…my son…"
The Killing Choice
I landed on Bane's back and summoned my Nichirin Sword in a flash of crimson.
Everyone froze.
Even Shiva recognized the killing aura.
Bane's body stiffened.
A single slash with this blade…
would end him forever.
No Lazarus Pit.
No resurrection.
Nothing.
"Do it," Talia commanded.
"Kill him," Shiva urged.
Slit his throat, kid," Cheshire added casually.
The blade hummed in my hand.
Ready.
Hungry.
I looked into Bane's eyes.
I saw not a monster—
but a man broken by experiments and violence.
My grip loosened.
I stepped back.