Damian had been nonchalantly sitting on his couch waiting for the nba playoffs to start when he got a sudden headache. His mutation had an annoying side effect of making him extremely sensitive to electromagnetic frequencies. He could tune out most of them, but strong frequencies like the ones used in most wireless military communication devices had a private frequency, one that stood out from ordinary day to day devices. So by the time four black suvs parked outside his building , he was already aware of what was happening.

Damian was no stranger to GADEM raids, having an omega mutant villain as a father made his entire family a target. So raids were a fairly common thing in his childhood. Even though his father was now dead, GADEM still considered Damian a target of a similar threat level. However, they had never been able to capture him since his mutation's side effect allowed him to stay a step ahead of them. Damian released an irritated sigh when he could sense five military comm frequencies leave the black Suvs and enter the building. This told him that there would be five agents in the building. The signals split up and he could sense a few of the signals move toward the back exit, while the rest made their way up to his appartment. "why today though? The Golden state warriors were supposed to play the torronto Raptors today" Damian spoke in a very disinterested tone as he continued to nonchalantly sit on the couch and watch the game start. Despite his calm demenour he was quite irritated by the entire situation be He had planned to watch the game in piece today.

He decided to relax and wait for the agents to kick in the door, he knew they would come in guns blazing. GADEM still didn't quite understand his mutation, so they always carried guns and knives which Damian usually ended up manipulating through his mutation. He also had several daggers and pistols  stashed around his house for situations like these so he wasn't phased and didn't bother moving from his comfortable position. He decided to watch the  first few seconds of the basketball game before the inevitable fight started.

Seconds later, agents barged in shouting orders like "put your hands up"... "don't move freak" and so on. Just as Damian was about to make their guns float out of their holsters and shoot the agents with their own weapons, a woman barged in right after the agents and began kicking some serious ass. Damian sat still and watched her fight for a few seconds. "well...this is kind of a turn on." Damian spoke calmly as he stood up from his couch and made his way to the open plan kitchen where he would get a nice view of the fight. Once there, he pulled out a bottle of blanton's bourbon and two glasses, then he began to fill both glasses with bourbon  while he continued watching this woman take down GADEM agents in his appartment. Damian had to admit  he was enjoying watching this woman fight as he took a sip of bourbon from one of the glasses he had filled up. He felt a slight urge to jump into the fight when one of the agents strangled the woman but as soon as she deliverd a kick to the agent's chest, Damian relaxed and took another sip. He decided to stay out of her way and watch the whole fight from the kitchen while he analysed her technique. 

By the time she had finished fighting she turned and awkwardly stared at him. "Well, this is a little more awkward than I’d like" were her first words to him. He decided to stay silent and let her finish talking before he slid the second glass of bourbon over the kitchen counter and in her direction. "not bad." Damian moved toward a window with his glass of bourbon to take a look at the Black Suvs parked outside. "the drivers will get suspicious when these guys don't update them about what's happening in here.. plus there's two other agents guarding the back exit."Damian spoke to her but he faced the window. His attention was on the GADEM vehicles parked outside.

He balled his hand into a fist and began using his mutation to crush the four Suvs outside his building. He made sure to pancake all four vehicles and kept an eye on all the vehicles to make sure the drivers in them were dead. Once that was done Damian turned away from the window to look at the woman again. "the two guarding the back exit are still alive and they'll eventually come up to check on the men you just beat senseless. So that gives us a bit of time to get aquanted. " he nonchalantly spoke while moving away from the window and back to his coach. Once he was comfortably seated he finished off the bourbon in his glass then spoke again.

"so, who are you and why did you help me?" Damian's pride often got the best of him in situations like this. He wasn't used to getting help so when he did get help from people he was rather skeptical about it. Plus he somewhat sucked at thank yous and applologies. Suddenly he heard footsteps outside, Damian made a pair of  daggers float out of a nearby cupboard, one of the two  daggers waited patiently by the door for the remaining two agents to step in. The moment they opened the door, Damian would send  the dagger flying through both of their throats. The second dagger floated in front of the woman that had just helped him. Sure she had taken out these agents for him ,but he didn't know her motives. So if she made a sudden move he would send the second dagger through her eye.

hour ago...



Damian stood in the middle of a blood stained ring wearing no top and a pair of black torn jeans, his opponent lay piecefully  unconscious and the crowd roared with excitement at the sight of a skillfull knockout. Despite his victory, Damian seemed like he wasn't happy. The one thought that replayed itself over and over again in his mind was "why do i keep coming back here?.....am i that similar to my father?" His thoughts managed to drown out the loud chanting of the crowd as he walked off and headed for the changing rooms.

 Once there, Damian used a cold cloth to clean himself, he ran the cloth along his bare chest,removing some of the blood and slightly tending to the bruises. Damian's lip had been cut during the fight by a brutal uppercut that he hadn't even seen coming. The small cut was barely noticeable but it did cause blood to drip once in a while in a subtle manner.He also noticed that the skin on his knuckles had started to tear due to the savage bare fist barrages he had been throwing at his opponent. So Damian tied his bleeding  fists up in bandages and put on a hoodie before heading out.

Now...


Damian nonchalantly strode through the streets of New York at 2 am in the morning. The night air had a stinging chill to it that managed to slighlty numb his wounds. Damian was in no rush, that was made evident by the way he walked as if he owned the streets. He knew no one would touch him and he pittied anyone who was dumb enough try. Sadly during his proud stride ,Damian felt a sudden shooting pain in the left side of his ribs which caused him to cough out a bit of blood. With an irritated sigh he knew he had to sit down somewhere and take a break.

 He stopped by a small 24 hour coffee shop that he usually frequented after his fights or when he was drunk. The moment he walked in, the man behind the counter flashed Damian a huge smile before speaking rather loudly and distracting the 4 or 5 other people in the coffee shop who were working on their laptops at this hour. "not you again!.... I'm guessing you're here for the regular?" Damian walked calmly toward the  counter while taking shallow breaths. He had to take shallow breaths to avoid expanding his rib cage and worsening the pain in his ribs already. Once he was close enough to the counter Damian responded. "nah i just walked in here at 2 in the morning to see your ugly mug." he spoke before letting out a subtle chuckle. Despite the pain he was in, Damian's tone was slightly deep, calm and smoothe. His very subtle latin accent made itself known in the way he pronounced certain words. 

Damian pulled back his hoodie revealing his dark blonde hair before putting a hundred dollar bill on the counter. The bandages  tied around his hands did little to hide the fact that his knuckles were bleeding. The man behind the counter handed Damian his black coffee and a brown paper bag with two doughnuts in it before he paused to look at Damian's hands. "you're still doing that huh? Did you get your ass kicked this time?" the man behind the counter spoke before bursting out in laughter.

In response Damian rolled his blue eyes slightly  before smirking. "Not today. I'm still waiting for you to hop in the ring with me one of these days." the man behind the counter playfully raised his fists in a fighting stance before responding to Damian. "ill take ya on right here and now kid". Damian watched the man put up his dukes then burst out in laughter. "You don't play around huh? And if i win i get free coffee for life right?" The man behind the counter chuckled  and replied with a swift "Don't push your luck just Take your order."

Damian continued to smirk as he took his coffee and doughnuts then headed over to an empty table to take a seat. He took a sip of his coffee then paused for a moment when he tasted a bit of his own blood in the coffee.Then he remembered the small cut on his lip. He slowly licked his lips to remove some of the blood from the  cut then continued with his coffee and doughnuts.