The Bird & the Blade

The Mission

Damian's point of view:
I threw a swift punch to the foam dummy's before spinning myself around on my heels to dart towards another another. The dummy's foam body was quickly mocked over from the force of my sword which impaled it. I flipped over the fallen form, rolled and threw out a few batarangs before I heard footsteps. I didn't expect them to interrupt so I gave a swift kick off the group to land on a dummy.

     It was only when I heard a clearing of someone's throat did I turn. My hand had already gone to my blade and thrown it in defense. The form barely bent out of shape to catch the object. The move was demonstrated with almost as much ease as if I would have caught it. Almost.

My brother was standing in the door way. His hand has closed around he hand and he brought it to his face to inspect. Dick Greyson was technically my adoptive brother and despite my cold demeanor towards him I always considered him one of my closest companions. He was a decent partner to train with despite not being as assassin ready as I am.

    He looked like me enough that it was strange when we went in public. His dark black hair matched my short ones and he looked like my father with his bright blue gaze. My dark golden skin tone and green eyes was really the only difference. Our body types and appearances were similar besides that.

    He drew my attention back as barely a second had passed. He flipped the knife in his hand and despite his normally sarcastic and chipper attitude my brother was scowling at me. I had a feeling the particular sour mood was because of a discussion with his girlfriend would was currently handling information in his home town.

   Dick was only back here to help briefly with a recon mission but ended up getting roped in for longer. I figured he was again coming with my father and I on parol as he was dressed up in his black and blue suit. It was the statement piece of the Nightwing vigilante and he did his best to uphold to reputation of the calm but ruthless protector.

    While I knew he only came up here to get me I grimaced at him and snapped, "Interupting a practice will get a eye poked out Grayson. Careful when walking in with a master assassin at work." He snorted and said, "Master Assassin my ass. Your just the only one left with the training after the join efforts of your mom and deathstroke."

    I glared ruthlessly at the comment before I said, "Could say the same for your girlfriend. Only one left from the jokers shooting. Just not in one piece like me." I hit a nerve and I knew it. His blue gaze turned icy and his jaw tightened before he said, "Thats low even for you Damian."

    I didn't comment as I pulled the blades from the foam and realigned them on the mats. He didn't comment until I was done knowing I wouldn't answer anyway. I turned when I pulled the last blade out before asking him "What do you want Dick?" I saw Nightwing glare at the intentional use of the word before saying, "Suns going down and dad wants us downstairs for briefing in 5. So let's move it."

  Nightwing flicked the knife back in my direction which I pinned between two fingers before it hit my face. I put it with the others at my hip as the lanky form of my brother disappeared down the hall towards the bat cave. I sighed at the lack of time as I hurried to get my suit from my room which hopefully was cleaned of the blood from last night. Lucky not my blood but that didn't make it any better.

    I gad grabbed the last pieces of my suit that I needed before swiftly walking towards the entrance to the batcave. The one closest to my room was an elevator behind a bookcase. Their were a few others but that was the nearest. I made sure all my gadgets still performed correctly and straighten my caps which can tighten and loosen depending on the electricity I charge through the fabric. Allows me to glide and then fight with ease without ever removing my cape.