Straight Venomous

FOUR

Damian Wayne was shaping up to be the most infamous Robin. (Yes somehow more infamous than the murderous one- well more murderous)

If you'd ask him he'd say he was the finest to dawn the iconic 'R'. He'd also say he was one of the best in the game right now, he had the intelligence of both his parents combined and the skill to take on anything and anyone, he was more than confident in his abilities, so how exactly did some untrained oaf of a woman put him on his ass so easily?

He struggled to free himself from your grip, it reminded him of that big headed Kryptonians brutish strength, the way your eyes narrowed down at him had his heart racing, and he'd never admit this aloud but for the first time in a long time he felt a twist of excitement in his gut, he could go all out on you and not feel guilty. The challenge of a stronger opponent never caused him to sweat from fear, rather the palpable and building anticipation of a real battle , so he took the moment to calm his urge to put you in the ground and analyzed you.

You didn't look to be that much older than him, your clothes were old, but taken care of, ears littered with piercings, your eyes held a dark look of boredom in them, the emotion seemed misplaced for the situation at hand.

He knew his father was up to something, that much was obvious to the man. After a little bit of digging and a few well placed threats to Grayson, it was easy enough to find out you were the mystery woman the older male had trouble finding, he reviewed the footage himself and some light hacking later found your address, he also discovered his father had identified you a few days ago, but made no move to question you to Damian's growing curiosity.

What he couldn't figure out was why Bruce felt the need to hide you. What exactly did you do to capture his fathers attention in such a way? One would imagine his first priority would be to make contact and find out why you were there that night, but he didn't.

He'd taken it upon himself to get the answers he desired, never one to limit himself he was perched above your place in no time. Granted the youngest Wayne wasn't all too eager to stake out your shitty apartment, the area was one of the worst parts of the city, but you didn't seem to mind, you stayed inside the whole first day he watched you, the second day you finally left for something, either for food or work he didn't get to find out.

As when he moved to follow you, it was like you'd vanished into thin air. His eyes scrunched in disbelief, it took one second to lose you. Though he soon found out you hadn't gone far.

"Why are you watching me?" A voice was suddenly spoke from behind him, out of instinct he threw a batarang, the metal stuck halfway out the flesh of your shoulder, before he could feel bad you roughly yanked it out and tossed  it over the tall imposing edge. "That was rude." Was all you said, the noise of it hurtling the ground below filled the air. 

Silence passed between you two for a short moment before you shot out like a bullet, and just like that he was on his stomach, the gravel on the floor dug into the exposed flesh of his face, much to his annoyance.

"Lemme' rephrase because you didn't seem to hear me the first time." Your grip tightened ever so slightly, "Why are you on my jock so hard dude?" The tone you used was rather casual for someone holding another in a death grip, one of your hands held both of his arms, the other pressed in between his shoulder blades.

He craned his neck at a painful angle to meet your smothering gaze, downright refusing to break eye contact, like whoever looked away first was the automatic loser.

"Unhand me wench-" you put the slightest bit of pressure on the knee digging into his spine, instantly  stopping his insult before he could finish it, for gods sake he was the next in line to lead the league of assassins, he was certain if his mother could see him now she'd be furious, having been trained brutally for these exact situations, trained to think outside the box if his opponent was bigger- in this case stronger, he'd picked fights with the best of the best and won, it was insulting to be caught off guard by a civilian, clearly though, not an ordinary one.