A/N Let me make something clear.

I do not like Damian. I don't like that Tim retired as Robin. I do not like that Damian replaced Tim as Robin. I don't. Something about his character rubbed me the wrong way. I just don't like him.

However, I am willing to give him a chance, since reading Paganpunk's fics and hearing that thanks to Dick, Damian became less like Jason and more his own personality from Cocopops1995, and seeing as how continuity right now is screwing everyone (HATE the new 52...) I figured what the heck why not? It's not like I can do worse than DC right now...Ima write a story with Dami in it and see how much it sucks or not as the case may be...

Here we go!

The city was quiet. Much too quiet for his liking, especially considering that the city should be crawling with thugs scaling his rooftops to get dibs on his carcass. Blockbuster had raised the bounty on his head from a few thousand to one billion, in a desperate attempt to silence the vigilante forever.

As he pondered his lack of assailants, the vigilante felt the familiar twitch he associated with being snuck up on. Raising his escrima ever so slightly, he whirled around and struck.

His arm was slashed from elbow to wrist, and an eerie laugh escaped his assailant

"You're slow tonight Grayson. I shouldn't have been able to touch you, let alone slice into your kevlar."

The vigilante sighed and grinned at the ten year old bloodson of his mentor. "Damian. You got the drop on me little bro. Tell me, what brings you so far from home...and without your mask?"

The cloaked figure snorted "I wanted a billion dollars." He said glibly

"Ah so you heard."

Damian sneered and twirled his sword, "Please. It's all over the assassin network. You are very popular right now, Grayson."

"Really?" Dick said as the two began to swing through his city "That's funny, because so far only four people tried to kill me tonight."

"How is that funny?"

"I usually have more thugs screaming for my blood per night. That's with a five hundred thousand bounty on my head. Don't get me wrong, I don't really want to die, but you'd think with the raised price I'd have more vultures on my tail."

"Networks say you should have exactly eight assassins on you by tomorrow." Damian pointed out. "One of them is following us. If you didn't notice, you deserve to be shot by that sniper he's carrying."

"Old Ferngully? Yeah I noticed. Why do you think I keep moving?"

Again, a snort from his little brother, and Dami threw a shuriken that cut through the sniper's line. "Never mind he's knocked out now."

Dick grunted, letting go of his line as it reached its peak, firing another one and repeating the trick with a double summersault, heading towards his apartment.

"Ok Damian spill. You didn't come all the way to Bludhaven to tell me something I already know. What brought you here?"

He sighed "The frigid, polluted air? The scent of death maybe?" he said sarcasticly "Oh wait, could it possibly be because an assassin from the League is after the one person besides father I respect?"

That brought Dick to an almost wincing halt, and he dove into his apartment, pulling his brother inside. They landed on the floor, tangled in each other's limbs until Dick got free and hauled the shorter vigilante to his feet

"The League of Assassins wants my head?! Why the hell didn't you say so in the first place?"

"We were playing Tag with a sniper remember?" Damian spat, shrugging him off "Besides, you've said yourself that people hunting you is like, a nightly thing. I figured you would view my news as inconsequential."

Dick ripped off his mask. "Yes I've been targeted before by assassins, bro, but they are small fry. Wanna be ninja and hired thugs, no match for the fight I give them."

He slouched onto his small, beat up couch that looked like it was more in use than the twinsized bed in the next room, and rubbed his temples.

"Never has the League ever shown interest in me before...not while I'm in my own city. Sure they have plenty of reason to kill me when the Outsiders, Young Justice, or the Justice League are after them. Me on my own as a quarry worthy of sending a top assassin? That's unusual. Do you know who it is, Dami?"

His brother's eyes narrowed, and he whispered the name like to speak it too loudly would invite death.

"His name is Striker the Twin Blade."