Like I was a threat to eliminate early.
His hand reached toward me.
I couldn't scream.
Couldn't fight.
Couldn't crawl away.
Fear strangled my tiny chest.
Then—
SHHHK.
A blade whispered through the air.
The assassin froze.
Talia appeared behind him, sword pressed to his throat, eyes blazing with something beyond fury.
Her voice was lethal calm:
"Touch my son, and the Lazarus Pits will not save you."
The assassin dropped to his knees.
"I was ordered—"
"Your orders," she cut him off, "mean nothing compared to my child."
Then she grabbed me, holding me close, trembling with anger she rarely showed.
I pressed my face into her shoulder.
For the first time, I didn't just want to be strong for myself.
I wanted to be strong for her
My Promise
I was stuck in a tiny body.
My muscles weak.
My voice small.
My abilities locked behind time and biology.
But inside?
I was Alex.
Reborn.
Determined.
And in those first months, I made a vow:
I will grow strong enough that no one can touch me.
Or her.
Or anyone I choose to protect.
I would not be the League's weapon.
I would not be Ra's al Ghul's pawn.
I would be something new.
Something powerful.
Something unstoppable.
And one day…
The entire League of Assassins would fear the child they once tried to test.