The Bird & the Blade

An Eventful Day

Hunters point of view:
    I shifted softly as I woke up to the feeling of warm arms wrapped tightly around me. The feeling of peace filled me as I shifted into the arms that curled so tightly around me. Damian's arms held me tight, as if he thought holding me close would prevent me from vanishing. I gently looked over his sleeping face after I turned a little.

     His eyes were soft and his mouth was open slightly as he breathed in and out. I moved fluid enough that I didn't disturb his sleep. His grip only shift to my hips as he curled proactively around me. His breaths were soft against my face as he slept.

I smiled softly and relaxed in his arms after the rough night we had. After a particular tense evening with Batman and he had a slight bickering match with me about being over protective. Neither of those two events put him in the best of mood. After he had practicing a bit to cool his mood, I think he needed his sleep.

He had slipped past me to get upstairs quicker then I could follow. I was still heal from a stab wound in the leg and he wasn't thrilled about it. Never had he been so over baring when we worked together, and he knew it. We fought over him being overly worried now that are feelings were getting involved. He ran out of the room before he could say much, and I think even he knew that I was right despite his protectiveness.

     I followed him slowly to the upper levels of the cave and then took the elevator into the mansion. I knew as I passed his room that he went to go train. It is the way he releases stress and based on the clothes thrown about the room and his door left ajar, he was really stressed. I knew he would typically sulk after a bickering match that he didn't care about. This must have really gotten to him then as he didn't relax at all.

     From the sounds of it down the hall he didn't waste any time and had headed probably my straight to the padded training room. While the batcave had good sparing places on the platforms, that room was fully equipped for anything from ground fighting to hand to hand combat.

    I let him fight for a bit without intruding. I changed clothes to short and a tank top just for comfort before reading a bit. I kept an ear out, I wanted to see if he would go to sleep or become tired. He didn't quit though and I was beginning to become worried. I set my novel aside before leaving my room to find him.

   As I entered the room I assumed he knew I was their despite facing away from me. He instantly took on a graceful killing style that I remembered from my days as an assassin. I watched him glide gracefully between targets. His body contorted and twisted like the trees. His form was as sturdy as stone though as he would hit his targets. He was a combination of graceful strength and I marveled to watch it.

    He was practicing with the dummies before he would fling small blades dangerously close to the dummy's fake heart. The only indication of his anger was his hands were balled into fists during some punches and he was shaking angrily. I saw him take out the shuriken from his pocket and swiftly throw it, impaling it in the dummy's head with enough force to knock it over.

When he relaxed enough to stop his movements I moved towards him. I didn't know if he was paying attention enough to hear my movements but I hoped so. I touched his shoulder and realized very quickly that he didn't hear me. His shoulders stiffened instantly and his body turned towards me curling inwards to protect himself and tensing as if to hit. He grabbed my hand and flipped me over his shoulder as he turned partly.

    I landed on my feet and rolled my shoulder under me before landing on my feet gracefully. I barely even blinked as I turned to him and stood. When he recognized it was me his eyes lost the anger and fire that was there.