She waited for the drunken couple to stagger past and approached her canvas: a wall of decaying posters. She unfolded the stencil and held it in place. The small nozzle concealed in her wrist guard released a pressurised spray of black paint. With a few waves of her hand the image was complete.
It would join the others she had spent the night emblazoning on Gotham's walls. Most people would think it was just another work of art. They wouldn't know of the war that raged. The war to bring him back. To resurrect Ra's al Ghul.
The air whistled; instinct turned her head as a blade grazed skin and embedded itself in the centre of the dripping insignia.
The assassin stepped out of her throwing stance and drew a sword from her back. "You openly defy the League of Assassins. The penalty is death."
Wiping the blood from her cheek, the messenger faced her enemy. "There is no league without him, that is the truth!"
Surveying her surroundings, the assassin approached. "You will not find his body."
"What makes you think we're still looking?" The messenger unsheathed her katana. "The Demon's Head will live again."
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