Robin was training in the batcave. Constantly sharpening his skills, especially with his signature blade.

Growing up and spending most of your life with your mother, Talia Al Ghul, at the League Of Assassins meant using a blade 99% of the time.

Ever since being taken in by his rightful father, Batman, he's been told to not kill anyone with it and only use it for defence and non life threatening combat.

He'd been going at for a few hours now and throughout his entire training session you would leave a single space in his mind.

"Hey, Damian!" A voice called out. Damian turned to face the person, "What Dick?" He replied. Dick, otherwise known as Nightwing, was leaning against the railing and watching him closely.

"You need to strike faster, you're sloppy today. And shoulders up." He instructed. "Explain to me why I should be taking advice from you, who battles with two sticks? You don't know the first thing about swordsmanship." Damian retorted. "I may not have as much experience as you do, but I can still point out your flaws." Dick smirked.

Damian ignored him and continued training. But Dick could tell something was off with him.

"What's on your mind?" He asked Damian.

"Nothing."

"Damian."

"Dick."

Dick glared at Damian a moment longer before saying, "If you don't tell me, Bruce will pick up on it and ask you."

"And when he does, I'll give him the same answer that I've given you." Damian replied monotone.

Truth be told, Damian was thinking about nothing but you, he could not stop, and he hated it! Not being in control of his own thoughts. Having no say in what occupied his mind space.

Dick rolled his eyes and left Damian to himself knowing he wasn't going to get an answer from the stubborn boy.

Damian sighed in relief when he heard him leave the batcave, now there was no need to be careful of what thoughts made their way into words. If he'd said anything related to you, Dick would not drop it.