lowered to a dangerous softness.
"No… you're something else entirely."
Damian Attempts to Leave — Batman Blocks Him
Batman stepped in front of Damian's path.
"You're not going after Deathstroke alone."
Damian stared straight into his cowl.
"I'm not asking permission."
"This isn't your fight."
"Yes," Damian whispered,
"it is."
Batman grabbed his shoulder.
"Kid—"
Bad choice.
Sun Breathing Escape Technique
Damian inhaled—
Sun Breathing — Third Form: Flaming Departure
A flash of heat erupted around him, but silent and controlled, like a match struck in total darkness.
Batman's grip slipped through the flare.
Damian vanished into the night.
Up the fire escape.
Across a ledge.
Over a rooftop.
Batman chased.
He was fast.
But Damian flowed like fire itself—
dancing through shadows, bending around corners, leaping across gaps no normal child could cross.
Bruce reached for him one last time.
"STOP!"
Damian hesitated for a fraction of a second.
Just one.
Bruce's voice changed—
lower, almost pained.
"…Why do you move like my son?"
Damian's breath caught.
His chest tightened.
He forced himself forward—
and vanished into the darkness.
System Notification
[Mission Active]
Slade Wilson has confirmed your presence.
Batman has identified 32% of your techniques.
Identity exposure risk rising.]
New Sub-Objective: Evade Batman's detection until Deathstroke is neutralized.]
Damian clenched his fists as he raced across rooftops.
"Deathstroke dies tonight."
Flames flickered in his eyes—
Sun Breathing energy swirling with a future fire that wasn't his yet.
Almost whispering.
Mera Mera no Mi…
coming soon.
The Night the Young Lord Stood Against the Terminator
The rooftops of Gotham were quiet.
Too quiet.
Damian Wayne moved through the shadows like a flame carried by the wind—silent but burning bright. Every breath was Sun Breathing. Every step controlled. Every heartbeat intentional.
He wasn't scouting anymore.
He wasn't hiding.
He was hunting.
And his target was the most dangerous
assassin alive.
Slade Wilson.
Deathstroke the Terminator.
The man who intended to kill him and take the League.
System Alert (Invisible to All)
The familiar red panel flickered in his vision.
[Mission: Kill or Neutralize Slade Wilson]
[Threat Level: Catastrophic]
[Enemy: 91% lethal probability upon encounter]
[Reward: Mera Mera no Mi — Flame-Flame
Fruit]
[Weakness Nullification Enabled: No drowning or seawater weakness]
[Failure Penalty: Death]
Damian exhaled slowly.
He would not fail.
Deathstroke Watches from the Dark
On a rooftop across the street, Slade Wilson raised his rifle.
Half his face hidden behind his mask.
One eye scanning the boy approaching.
"Finally found you, kid."
He loaded a special round.
Anti-speedster.
Anti-meta.
Anti-armor.
Damian Wayne wasn't a meta, but Slade wasn't taking chances.
Let's see what makes you so special."
Slade pulled the trigger—
POP!
The bullet screamed through the night—
But Damian wasn't there.
Transparent World Activates
The moment Slade fired, the Transparent World lit up inside Damian's mind.
His vision shifted.
He saw:
The angle of Slade's fingers
The tension in the trigger
The exact trajectory of the bullet
The microsecond window to move
The Battle Begins
Slade smirked behind his mask.