<div class="floatleft">(https://static2.tvbuzer.com/images/persons/sources/b4/b4b2edec7dc38b51c4490535c90e781b-175887.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Wayne<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Half-naked, wearing loose black pants, chest fully bandaged up<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>August 22nd, Saturday<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>6:30 AM EST<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>JL's Secret Sanctuary, Rhode Island<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>In a good mood until...<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Helena Bertilleni<br/><br/><hr/><br/>There was a soft hum in the background of his dim-lit room. His lips were pursed together, his hands curled in the classic mystic triangle of Buddhist meditation. His back was slick with sweat, his brows furrowed and eyes closed as he envisioned himself on a beach of white sand with verdant green to his back and the calm tide of the waves to his front.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a shadow appeared beside him. Something touched his stomach, caressing the rock-hard terrain of his abdominal muscles and slowly moving down to his cro-<br/><br/>Damian opened his eyes. He glanced down.<em>Fuck...</em><br/><br/>He'd been awake since 5, beginning his day with a cold shower before transitioning to a full 60 minutes of yoga followed by meditation. His WayneTouch lay beside him on the floor, in his ears were wireless earphones, the voice of his Harvard professor still playing within the device. He had an exam the next week for nuclear physics and so far, Damian doubted he could even get credit if he didn't up his workrate.<br/><br/>Standing up by the strength of his legs alone, he walked to his wardrobe and covered up his hard-on, his attire bearing the brand of Wayne Retail. He looked at the mirror. His upper-body was covered in pure white bandages, a fresh batch he'd recently put on last night. He was still very much sore from the Seattle dock operation 4 days ago. That was why he'd donned a heavy suit of armor, the Redbird suit, for the Young Justice introductions the day before. Coming in all bruised up would've been a less than sublime first impression.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>His mind was in full gear when he left his room, heading for the gym with a towel hung around his back. He'd spent hours compiling his information on each member of the team. Then, he'd followed up on leads from his investigation. Certain names had popped up. One of them had been 'Cadmus'. A tree had formed in his mind, each branch belonging to a different lead, a different face, a different name. But he didn't intend to waste time on each branch. A dossier on many of the branches would be sent to his source within th FBI. That was more than good enough. The interesting ones would be left for him to play with.<br/><br/>Soon, Damian strode into the Sanctuary's gym. He didn't exactly expect to gain much from working out. It was merely maintenance, a necessity for a human. His father provided an indication of his future physical capabilities. Batman was incredibly strong, to the extent that it was said he punches harder than most superhumans. And the younger Wayne knew such strength lay in strict nutrition rather than obsessively tearing down one's muscles. A mighty source of willpower also helped.<br/><br/>The Sanctuary's gym was expansive, accomodating not only weightlifting but gymnastics and even combat with boxing rings, MMA cages and open sparring areas. Melee weapons ranging from axes to swords adorned the place. There were even posters of JL heroes with inspirational quotes next to them. Damian guessed Flash was responsible for those. Regardess, the gym was a place of solace for him.<br/><br/>Much to his surprise, he realized he was not the only one in the gym. He hadn't even been the first to arrive!<br/><br/><em>A woman with a good work ethic. Admirable.</em><br/><br/>Approaching the person who was laid back on the bench, just to greet them out of politeness, he immediately noticed the trembles of their toned arms as they attempted to complete a rep for what was without a doubt a heavy set of weights. Damian lunged forward out of instinct, placing his own hands under the bar between the person's hands, helping them place the bar in place.<br/><br/><strong>"I hope you don't mind a forced rep."</strong>Damian grinned,<strong>"Even a strong lady shouldn't bench 280 without a spott-"</strong><br/><br/><em>Oh...that's no lady...</em><br/><br/>Damian's face instantly morphed from positive to neutral. Cutting his own sentence short, he forced a wink and a smile to Huntress, a deft diplomatic maneveur, and shamelessly pivoted around, moving away from Huntress, muttering just loud enough for her to hear him say,<strong>"You're welcome..."</strong><br/><br/>He glanced around.<em>Looks like it's only just us 2</em>A devilish smirk appeared on Damian's face as he walked off. He couldn't hold it in.<br/><br/><strong>"Heheh, how embarrassing."</strong>