Post by damian on Mar 16, 2013 19:31:14 GMT -5
Punching a punch bag, Damian continued to train as his mind went over the events of the last few weeks. He had been thrust into the past, forced to continue using his ‘Daemon’ alias as opposed to the Robin alias, and he had to use his mother’s last name. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he was staying in Mount Justice: not that he had a problem with that, he just wished he could spend time with his father. But they were almost complete strangers in this time, and this made the young Wayne/Al Ghul afraid….Afraid that he’d regress back into his killer stance. But he wouldn’t, because he had Tim to help him this time. Despite their differences, Tim did care for him, and Damian, in his own way, cared for Tim.
Punching the bag harder and harder, he unleashed a small yell of frustration as he punched it once again and it went flying far back from him. Trying to control the rage he felt building up in him, he punched the bag twice more, this time with all of his strength. The bag flew back almost violently, and Damian walked away from it as it was about to hit him. Unwrapping the bandages he had put on before he started the work out, he took a deep breath and released it. Now that was the bag work done. Now, on to some archery practice which would practice his marksmanship. He found it soothing at times, to just fire the bow and arrow at a target and feel the cool satisfaction that comes from having the arrow hit the bullseye. Walking over to the bow he kept with him, he pulled an arrow from the quiver, picked up the bow and notched the arrow. Taking meticulous aim, he took in a deep breath and then released it as he released the arrow. It hit the bullseye, and he grinned.
Punching the bag harder and harder, he unleashed a small yell of frustration as he punched it once again and it went flying far back from him. Trying to control the rage he felt building up in him, he punched the bag twice more, this time with all of his strength. The bag flew back almost violently, and Damian walked away from it as it was about to hit him. Unwrapping the bandages he had put on before he started the work out, he took a deep breath and released it. Now that was the bag work done. Now, on to some archery practice which would practice his marksmanship. He found it soothing at times, to just fire the bow and arrow at a target and feel the cool satisfaction that comes from having the arrow hit the bullseye. Walking over to the bow he kept with him, he pulled an arrow from the quiver, picked up the bow and notched the arrow. Taking meticulous aim, he took in a deep breath and then released it as he released the arrow. It hit the bullseye, and he grinned.
