Scared of the Dark || Damian Wayne x OC

52: reunion

"Vic?" I practically breathed, feeling my body freeze with shock.

It was her. It was actually her.

Victoria Akio tore the mask from her face, revealing her chin, nose and lips. Now that I was up close I could really see the resemblance she had to the little girl from my past.

To the little girl who'd been my only true friend. Even truer than Conner.

We stood frozen, the both of just staring at each other like we were weird aliens who'd just stepped out of a UFO.

"The way you fought..." Victoria began, eyes drifting back to the assassin beneath her boot. "I knew I recognized it. I knew I recognized you."

I couldn't believe this was happening. It had been about five years since I'd seen her, when I was nine. Her father and Slade had been business partners once upon a time, co-joining their facilities and agents to execute missions and complete contracts.

A slight feeling of hysteria washed over me and I let out an involuntary laugh. "This can't be happening... this is crazy. There's no way."

But Vic's lips curled into a familiar smirk. That mischievous smirk I remembered.

"Dude, this is happening," she smiled. "This is fucking happening."

Now we were both laughing, her cool and controlled chuckles mixing with my more excited ones.

"Holy shit, it's been five years!" I exclaimed.

She shook her head in disbelief. "Five years, huh?"

But then reality came and whacked me in the face, forcing me back to the situation at hand.

"Wait, what are you doing here?"

Victoria looked away at that, her smile vanishing instantly. "Oh, you know how it is. Father's getting me to do his dirty work again."

I frowned at her, pity resting on my features.

"But what's new?" Vic added, peering at the still struggling assassin on the floor.

I remember the feeling.

"You're still working for Kage?" I asked, tucking my knife back into my shoe.

She nodded. "They sent me to kill this kid, but now I just gotta bring him in."

"That's why you're at my school then?"

Victoria smiled. "Why else would I be spending my days in the midst of rich, spoiled brats?"

This time it was my turn to smile. "Well I happen to be one of those brats now. Who would've thought?"

A brief pause, and then Vic squinted at me. "So you're not with... you know, him anymore?"

I knew she was referring to my father. Vic always knew just how much I hated him. Just how traumatized I was of him. She'd met me when I was six, two years after I'd been stolen from my mother.

I still hadn't gotten over that.

"I got out. You probably heard about it, Batman shutting down Midnight and all. Now I'm living a somewhat enjoyable life," I told her.

Emphasis on the somewhat. My past always seemed to follow me.

Kind of like right now...

"Well that's a first," Vic joked, though it wasn't really a joke because we both resonated with it far too much.

I gestured to the assassin who was still trapped beneath Vic's shoe. "Do you have any idea who this is?"

Vic shook her head. "No clue. She's been following me. This is the second time she's tried to attack."