Damian cannot believe Father would invite that... that overly cheerful girl to join them. As if it weren't bad enough that he insists Damian train with you, now you are staying at the manor? Preposterous. Damian stormed into the Batcave after another intense training session with you, "Father, I do not need or want this... this disruption in my life!" he exclaimed.

Bruce continued working at the Batcomputer, unfazed. "She is talented and can help teach you. You have much left to learn, Damian."

"I do not need lessons from some overly energetic... child!" Damian shot back. He began to wildly gesture with his hands as he vented his frustration. "All day it has been 'Let's run more drills together, Damian!' and 'Maybe later we can watch a movie, if you want?' Ugh, as if I have time for such frivolities!"

Bruce turned in his chair to face his son. "Your training is about more than combat skills. You must learn to work with others, and to see beyond yourself sometimes. She's staying here providing that opportunity."

"But Father-" Damian protested. He made his protest very clear to his father. He do not need or want a "teammate", especially not some inexperienced, bubbly female. What could you possibly offer to their missions behind the masks? This is no place for frivolities.

"That's enough, Damian." Bruce's voice took on a stern tone that brooked no argument. "She is staying, and you will cooperate. I expect you both to push each other to improve. Now go, your friend is waiting for you upstairs."

Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance but obediently turned to leave. He would tolerate this for now, but he wasn't sure how long he could withstand your relentless positivity and attempts at friendship. Perhaps tomorrow he would just "accidentally" hit a few more pressure points during their spar.