When Assassins Learn to Love (Damian Wayne x OC)

Chapter 20

A/N

I haven't updated in forever so here's a longer chapter as a sorry. Schools been a real bitch but its starting to mellow out for a bit. There'll only be about five to ten chapters left before this story ends and I already got a plan to finish it I just need to write it. Enjoy :)

I wake up at what looks to be around seven or eight in the morning. I feel the urge to train, for no particular reason, but I just do.

I remember Wayne still holds me and I try to wriggle out of his arms carefully without waking him. "Stay" He groans wile holding me tighter than before, like teddy bear. "Where are you going?" He says. His voice low and deep.

"I wanna go train"

"I get joy out of training, but it's Saturday. Its the one day out of the week we don't have to train"

"We don't have training on Saturdays?"

"Or on Sundays, but you get the point"

"Well I wanna train"

"You shouldn't train so hard after getting beaten. It could lead to further injury"

"Its just a couple bruises and such"

"You know for a girl with an incredibly high IQ you are perpetually stupid. You probably have around twenty bruises, burns included, and a near dislocated shoulder. How is your shoulder?"

"First of all my shoulders no where near dislocated because I've dislocated it before and it wasn't even that bad. Secondly, its ok"

"Try not to use it because you could mess it up" He says getting up to stretch. I sit up beside him and try moving around my shoulder. Its uncomfortable, but it's better than it was yesterday so thats nice. Either way, whenever I hurt something like my shoulder or arm, I just wont use it so its not like I notice much pain. I look into my bag for knives to train, but only find a couple small throwing knives.

"Maybe I'll train tomorrow" I yawn while stretching. "I think I'm running out of weapons though which sucks."

"But you're always using tonfa or guns"

"Well I use a lot of throwing knives when I fight too, and I'm not sure Kori would agree with me using guns."

"True, I have seen you use knives before and I would say you are quite adequate"

"Yeah, but I have no clue where to get more knives. I've just always had them and I'm running out" Usually Slade would just supply me with all my weapons, but not anymore I guess.

"I was going to head out today to get some more equipment. You can come if you'd like"

"Sure. Where do you get your weapons and things?"

"Well because I don't want to drive for hours to my father, theres this shop by the beach. I get a lot of gadgets there."

"Cool."

"I'm going to take a shower, and I need to talk with Grayson. I'll see you in an hour if you're coming"

"Why do you need to talk with Dick?"

"I just have something I-uh was wondering about and because Grayson is leaving today I find it best to discus sooner than later."

"Ok" I say getting he clearly doesn't wanna tell me, which is fine.

I strip when Wayne leaves and head into the shower. I hiss in pain as the cold water sprays itself over all my wounds and struggle to wash my hair because how difficult it is to bend my shoulder around. Its nothing I've never dealt with before, but that doesn't make me immune to pain.