Growing up Batty: Part 5
AN: Growing up Batty part 5 is here, this only has about four more parts and then it’s done. The next two are already written!
“I don’t like it.”
“Nobody asked you.”
“I. DONT. LIKE. IT.”
“I. Don’t. Care.”
The cackling in the background makes you roll your eyes, as you stretch forward. “I can’t believe you kept this from me!”
You sigh, “You’ve been with the Titans for the past year. I wanted to tell you in person.”
“What about all the times I came home for breaks?”
You stare at your best friend, and finally shrug, “I was hoping to avoid a scene.”
This time there’s gut busting laughter. You watch as Damian screams and rushes towards Todd. You continue with your stretches. It had been eighteen months since the attack on your school, and seventeen months since Damian had left to join the Titans at his father’s request.
Damian hadn’t been able to refuse, and despite his griping in the month leading up to his departure, you know that he had been pleased. The fact that he’d learned to work somewhat with people outside his family had been nice too. Still, more often than not he called you at eleven o’clock on the dot to complain about something.
You knew the truth though. Damian didn’t want to lose contact. He valued you and loved you as a friend just as like you loved and valued him. Neither of you clicked with ordinary people. You were both smart, enjoyed peace to noise, and both of you lived for the adrenaline rush that Gotham’s streets provided.
The day after Damian had left for the Titans you had begun your training under Bruce Wayne. A natural flexibility, combined with a high intellect, and an ability to pick up on things quickly had led to you excelling in your new favorite pastime.
You’d spent the first year training with Bruce, Grayson, Drake, and occasionally Todd, when he felt the need to stop by. You had spent your nights monitoring the computers. You’d gone on a few patrols, stopping thugs and muggers. You had yet to come across any major villains, and because of your parents you were happy to keep it that way … for now.
The only one who knew was Bruce, and despite knowing that Damian wouldn’t care, you didn’t want it getting out.
“All right, you and me on the mats, right now!”
You look up at Damian, and cock your head to the side, “Why?”
“I need to see what kind of damage Todd and Drake have done, and what I need to undo.”
You blink several times, “Your father trained me. Occasionally Grayson. I only spar with Todd and Drake.”
There’s another round of laughter as you get to your feet and follow Damian to the mats. Damian, just like the others, has years of experience on you, but you don’t let the intimidate you. You’ve had four years of knowing Damian. And you’d be willing to bet that you know him better than anyone else, including his family.
At fifteen, he’s taller than you, by at least six inches, And he now has the weight to match the power of his martial arts. But you know how to read him. You use that. Early on in your training you’d found that Bruce’s style didn’t match your needs. He’d realized it just as quickly, and had called in Grayson.
The older man had looked at you, after your first training session and had simply said, “You’re meant to fly.” You’re small, and able to move. You can fit into tight places, and twist and turn your body in ways the boys can’t. You excel at acrobatics, and escaping. It drives Todd mad. It drives Damian even crazier.
Despite his years of training he can’t keep a hold on you. You always manage to break it or slip out of it. You do this, drawing the battle out before you move in for the attack. You deliver a series of jabs to weak areas, and pressure points. You’d always excelled in science, in biology and anatomy, and you make use of that in your fighting.
He crumples, and you sit down, right on his back. You smile, “You underestimated me.” You nudge him in the side with your heel, “Admit it.”
He glares up at you, “It won’t happen again.”
You shrug, “I don’t expect it to.”
He nods, a bit calmer, “At least I know you can handle yourself.”
“You should have known that already. Five years of friendship, remember.”
He grunts, “Will you get off please.”
You shake your head, “Nope.”
There’s another round of laughter, and Damian smiles up at you, “Just be safe okay.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ll have you as my partner after all.”
He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow, and you smile back, “Your year with the Titans was up as of three minutes ago. Welcome back to Gotham.” Damian just laughs.