Damian was sitting his Bedroom with his arms crossed. He was ticked off that his father Bruce had the audacity to ground him for sneaking out. He could do what he wanted and he didn’t need Bruce telling him what to do. Most days he wished he was back with his mother and his Grandfather, training with the League of Assassins. But his mother had brought him here and left him with Bruce, which ticked him off even more. This was stupid. He was being treated like a child and he hated it. “Stupid Father.” He said to himself.