@sonofwayne
Damian had snuck down into the Bat Cave. Late at night, body exhausted, but the restlessness wouldn’t allow him sleep. He needed to do something, anything really. No… not anything. He wanted to train, he needed to train. It’d been nearly a week since he had been shot. Nearly a week since he’d been taken out of the field. His carelessness had gotten the better of him and in the end he’d wound up bleeding out on the ground. Embarrassing.
So now he was standing in the training pit of the cave. Eyes dark with anger and frustration. His sword held firmly in his hands as he shifted his body into position. “Training Program Robin 1″ voice echoing into the darkness before the ai system replied swiftly, training program robin 1 activated.
As soon as the first hologram appeared Damian was lurching forward to swing, but instead felt a painful sting run through him which caused him to drop to the floor. “FUCK!”
@gothamscowls
If it happened in Wayne Manor, Bruce knew it happened. Whether through extensive nosiness, security cameras, or Alfred’s loose lips, Bruce Wayne made sure to stay on top of things. After what nearly happened to Damian at the gala, he had been hawking over his son as much as he could.
He still didn’t make it in time to prevent the drop, arriving just a moment too late. “Damian!” he called out, trying to mask his concern with level-headedness. “Override, Wayne-1.” He pushed through the door and hurried to Damian’s side, lowering down to his knees, a hand outstretched.
“You’re not supposed to be down here,” he said in a low voice. “You’re supposed to be resting. Not getting your butt handed to you by the amateur robots.”














