WHEN A DRAGON MEETS ASSASSINS… AND WHEN ASSASSINS MEET THE FUTURE
1. TOOTHLESS VS. THE LEAGUE OF ASSASSINS (THE FUNNY PART)
Toothless had been told—explicitly—by Damian:
Damian:
"Stay close. Don't cause trouble."
Toothless agreed.
And then immediately proceeded to cause trouble.
Scene: Training Courtyard
Assassins sparred and trained, blades flashing, movements sharp and precise.
Absolute silence filled the courtyard…
Until Toothless wandered in, pupils wide with playful curiosity.
An assassin turned.
Assassin #1:
"…Is the dragon supposed to be here?"
Assassin #2:
"Do NOT engage—"
Too late.
Toothless crouched, wiggled his tail—
—and pounced.
His wings shot forward like a giant, scaly cat tackling a laser pointer.
Assassin #1 screamed (silently, because assassins scream internally).
Toothless pinned him, staring with wide, innocent eyes.
Toothless:
Purr-rumble.
Assassin #1:
"My lord… I am pinned by the beast."
Toothless licked the man's forehead.
Another group of assassins tried to maintain composure.
Assassin #3 (whispering):
"Do. Not. Draw. Weapons.
The heir's dragon must not be spooked—"
Toothless noticed their fear.
Which meant one thing:
Playtime.
With a delighted chirp, he charged them.
Assassins scattered like leaves in a storm.
One tried leaping onto a wall.
Toothless leaped after him and stuck there sideways—
the assassin fell off in shock.
Another one attempted to hide in the shadows.
Toothless's eyes narrowed.
Predator mode.
The assassin lasted three seconds before Toothless plucked him like a fruit from a tree.
Talia walked into the courtyard and stopped dead.
Assassins were hanging from rafters, hiding behind pillars, and sprinting in every direction.
Toothless was chasing them with gleeful chirps.
Talia stared.
Talia:
"…Damian.
Your dragon is terrorizing my elite."
Damian folded his arms.
Damian:
"He's testing their awareness."
An assassin sprinted past them in full panic.
Toothless followed at full speed.
Talia:
"…Is this training?"
Damian:
"For him? Yes.
For them? Also yes."
Toothless tackled another assassin and rolled around happily.
The entire courtyard descended into chaos as a dragon played tag with some of the deadliest killers on Earth.
2. THE LEAGUE'S FIRST TEST OF CYBERPUNK TECHNOLOGY (SERIOUS PART)
Later that night, the atmosphere shifted from comedic misery to tense anticipation.
Damian stood in the new subterranean facility he had designed—sleek metal walls, holographic displays, cybernetic frames hanging from racks. A blend of ancient League architecture and futuristic neon glow.
Ra's al Ghul, Talia, Shiva, and a selection of elite assassins gathered.
A volunteer stepped forward—
a seasoned assassin missing an arm from a past battle.
He bowed.
Volunteer:
"I offer myself for the first augmentation, my lord."
Damian nodded to the med-tech unit.
The chamber sealed.
Robotic arms extended.
A mechanical limb—sleek silver mixed with Gronckle Iron alloy—descended from the rig.
Damian activated the interface.
Damian:
"Neural link initializing.
Pain dampeners at 100%.
Heartbeat steady."
Talia watched silently.
Ra's stood completely still.
Cheshire held her breath.
The limb fused seamlessly to the man's shoulder—
no blood, no scarring—
just a faint shimmer as the metal aligned with nerves and bone.
The volunteer gasped.
Volunteer (shocked):
"…I can feel my hand.
Fingers.
Strength."
Damian:
"Good. Try moving it."
He clenched his new metal hand.
The metal responded instantly—fluid, organic.
Shiva leaned closer.
Shiva:
"This is no prosthetic…
This is evolution."
Damian nodded.
Damian:
"No cyberpsychosis.
No rejection.
No madness.
Just improvement."
Ra's stepped forward.
Ra's al Ghul:
"Show us its power."
Damian nodded.
He handed the volunteer a solid steel block.
The assassin gripped it—
CRUNCH.
The steel shattered like glass.
Whispers spread like wildfire.
Talia stepped forward, touching the hologram of the neural interface.
Talia:
"With this…
one assassin becomes the strength of ten."
Damian:
"With discipline?
Twenty."
Ra's placed a hand on the augmented soldier's shoulder.
Ra's al Ghul:
"Rise.
First of the Neo-League."
The assassin rose, metallic fingers flexing.
A new era had begun.
And across the fortress…
Toothless proudly dragged an assassin he had "caught" into the cyber-lab, dropping the poor man at Damian's feet.
Toothless:
Chirp! (I caught one! Reward me!)
Damian sighed.
Damian:
"…Good boy."
The assassins collectively groaned.