Chapter 1
AN: This idea came to mind while I was working on my Arkham Origins Story, i didnt explore the bonding of the Al Ghuls well, so i want to exploit that with Nyssa from the Arrow and of course with Sara. So, this is my attempt of doing so.


In an isolated room, three people were standing against their backs in a spotlight shining on them. A young man, who was in mid 20's, had short black hair with green eyes. He was wearing a long leather coat with blue jeans and Timberland shoes. He held a samurai sword on one hand and a set of metal claws coming out between his knuckles. One of the two women was light brown haired woman in a black leather outfit holding a katana sword The second female was in late 20s, long black hair, he had a very unique suit that separate her from the most of the assassin all in black and the shoulder pads were crimson red. She carried a quiver on her back filled with black arrows.

"I'm not your buddy. I'm an assassin." He began looking up as if there was an audience. "I used to be a regular guy like you, had a pretty normal childhood. Well, that was the case until my mom died, so I traveled to Siberia and was trained by my father to kill, to adapt any martial art form. But then I ran away for reasons I rather keep it private and now consider me as a vigilante. If you dare to attack me or my family, I will show you no mercy or remorse because its runs in the family. its in our nature. My name is Jericho Al Ghul. The Son of Ra's Al Ghul" He roared loudly like an animal and then the spotlight came to to the leather wearing woman

"For many years, my father used me as a pawn in many of his endless schemes." she told, "I always believed it was for the greater cause until i was murdered by the joker in Arkham City. But Fate intervened in form of my brother who brought me back to life. he gave me a chance to redeem myself and to be free from my father's manipulations. I may not undo the crimes I committed in the past but i'm trying to save as many lives as i can. It will be diffcult but as long as i have my beloved and brother on my side, I can achieve my redemption. My name is Talia Al Ghul. The Second Daughter of the Demon." then the spotlight switched to the woman who carried a quiver on her back.

"Emotion. My father once told me when i was a child, our emotions is what make us vulnerable, weak. it clouds our judgements which in the end, it hurts us. i made that mistake when i met Sara. I saved her and with the help of my siblings, i nursed her back to health, trained her to be an assassin and i fell in love with her. but that's whenI let my guard down and she betrayed me by leaving me under the cover of darkness. never again will i allow my emotions to cloud my judgement or let my guard down. I will continue my father's legacy by cleansing the planet from apathy, greed and corruption. my name is Nyssa, the First Daughter of Ra's Al Ghul."


"How the hell did I get into this mess?" Jericho thought to himself as he forced injected the cure into a enchanced thug in the tunnel of the city known as Starling City that is now abandoned due to an army invasion created of Deathstroke. He and a team of vigilantes that included his sisters, Talia, Nyssa, his former comrade Sara, Batman and The Arrow were fighting off some of Mirakuru enchanced soldiers of Slade. He felt something was coming behind him and turned around raising his right claw to block a sword attack. he didnt need a guess as he recognized the orange and black masked wearing woman and got a painful reminder of why he was here. it was Isabel Rochev, former CEO of the Queen Consolidated and the Co founder of Project Wolverine. The other Co founder was a ex assassin Paul Reynolds who was disowned by Ra's for his aggressive nature but that's another story for another time.

"Oh Yeah, that's why." Jericho thought, he blocked her attacks and then counter attacked with his claws which left a mark on her jacket and her mask. She saw an opening and did a forward with her dual swords. But Jericho blocked them with his left claw and then they stared at each other in a standoff.

"I knew you were a liability the moment you returned from the dead, you son of a bitch." Isabel spat,

"Sweetheart, I'm one of the kind." He fired back, he pushed her off and they circled each other expecting one and other to make a move. How did this happen? well,if you really want to know of how it all came to this, it all started with a dream.


A few months back in Gotham Church: "Do you Jericho Brown take Barbara Gordon as your beloved wife?" The priest asked Jericho at the altar in a churchwhere their wedding was taking place. Bruce, Tim and Shawn was on his side presenting the grooms while Talia and Barbara's mother Elieen were on the other as bridemaids. her father Jim Gordon was at the front row.

He was in a black tuxedo with a black tie, Barbara hada Vera Wang Dress with a veil on her head. She looked remarkable. they've just read their vows and now it was time for the final part.

The mention of her name and wife in same sentence made him cheer mentally in his head. god, he waited so long to hear those words but he kept himself calm and collective.

"I do." he answered, putting her a claddagh ring on her ring finger.

"Do you Barbara Gordon take Jericho Brown as your beloved husband?" the priest repeated the question,

"I do." she replied repeating the same gesture while staring into his green eyes. she put her ring on his ring finger

"Then I'll now pronounce you as husband and wife." the priest declared, he turned to Jericho "You may kiss the bride." Jericho kneeled down and lifted up the veil to see her angelic face. as he was about to kiss her, a squishing sound was heard and the blood started to pour from his mouth. He's been stabbed in the back by a sword piercing through his chest. He turned around to see who his attacker was and it was no other than Ra's Al Ghul, his estranged father

"Greetings, son." Ra's sneered clasping his hand around his throat.


Jericho woke up with a start in his bedroom in the middle of the night. he panted heavily while still reeling from the horrenous nightmare. Never, ever again will he live through a dream like that. he will not let his fathers sprit be a mark of his days as an assassin, he's not like him. he ran his hand through his hair and then went back to sleep but for the rest of night it felt like he was sleeping in a deep cloud.


AN: So, did you like it? If so, let me know and what did I do wrong here? Remember this is one shot.