The Bat's Prodigy. (DC x Male Reader)

Chapter 18 | Brothers.

[Brothers]

October 28th

5:00 PM

In the depths of the Batcave, the sound of strikes echoed as Y/N and Damian faced off in an intense sparring session.

Both moved with agility, their weapons clashing in a rapid series of strikes and blocks. Damian, wielding his katana, attacked with precision and speed, each move calculated and measured. Y/N, using a combat staff, kept him at bay, anticipating most of the attacks without underestimating him.

The two were evenly matched in technique and reflexes. Damian was incredibly fast, and his skill with the katana left little room for mistakes. Each time Y/N seemed to gain ground, Damian counterattacked, looking for any opening. However, Y/N held a slight advantage, maintaining control of the fight.

At one point, Damian managed to surprise Y/N with a feint, nearly touching him with the katana, but Y/N reacted just in time, deflecting the blow and responding with a quick strike that forced Damian to step back. Despite the advantage, Y/N couldn't help but feel impressed by how well the young one held up.

The exchange became more frantic, both pushing themselves to the limit. But Y/N, with his experience and superior control, began to wear Damian down, who, though showing no signs of surrendering, started to focus more on defense than offense.

Y/N: "You're really good for only 12 years old."

Damian huffed, clearly irritated by the mention of his age, his face flushed from fatigue and frustration.

Damian: "I don't need reminding." He grumbled, maintaining a strong defense with his katana. "And I don't need your approval or compliments. I want to win."

Y/N: "Well, I don't see you winning here."

Damian's jaw tightened, irritated by the truth in Y/N's words. The strikes and blocks intensified, with Damian desperately trying to break through Y/N's defense.

Damian: "Shut up!" he snapped in frustration. "I haven't lost yet."

Y/N blocked each attack with refined skill, showing his mastery with the staff. Each movement was executed with precision, keeping Damian under control.

Y/N: "That attitude of yours won't help you, Damian," he said firmly but calmly amidst the fierce battle. "You need to control yourself. That's what you're missing."

Damian gritted his teeth, frustrated by Y/N's superior skill. His face was flushed from the effort and irritation as he continued to look for an opening in Y/N's defense.

Damian: "Shut up!" he shouted as he swung his katana forcefully. "I don't need your advice. I know how to win. I'm faster, stronger, and smarter than you. That's all there is to it."

Y/N: "Then prove it. Show me what Ra's taught you."

The mention of Ra's Al Ghul made Damian flinch slightly. His eyes filled with determination as his fighting style changed, becoming more technical and disciplined. Damian's attacks became more precise; his technique was clearly superior now.

Y/N noticed the change immediately, adjusting his own style in response. Though he still held control, he now did so with growing respect for Damian's progress.

Y/N: "Yes, that's it. Now you're thinking. You're tracking my movements, spotting the openings."

Damian growled in response, focused on the fight. Although his attacks were more precise and calculated, he couldn't overcome Y/N's defense, which only increased his frustration.