Finally hockey season.

Hockey, hockey, hockey. That was the only thing on Damian's mind whenever winter came around. When he left the grasp of Ra's Al Ghul and his mother for his father, he had to unlearn years of assassin tactica while being pushed to take up teenage civilian extracuriculars. Chess, yawn. Videogames, meh. Soccer, surprisingly amusing and to be the Spring sport Damian would take up once winter sports were over.

Maybe he just adored doing something with his body through sports, if he couldn't unalive, he could slam opposing team members into the rink walls during a game and not face any consequences. Awesome.

The Gotham City Highschool Junior Pucks were awesome, too. Even if the team had a stupid name. The teams they competed against chanted "Fuck the Pucks!" when they entered the arena, which was infuriating.

The Pucks had the first game of the season this Sunday, and as team captain, (also being the best central attacker the teams EVER had, if he were asked) Damian had to be at peak condition. He entered the rink in full gear before his bag fell from his grasp. Figure skaters were occupying the rink. What the f?

Damian scowled and stepped onto the ice, ignoring the flutter in his chest with finally being where he belonged for the next few months. "Since when is figure skating occupying the ice?" He demanded through a shout which consequently startled a boy, who was mid-air mid spin, before he collapsed against the ice below.

"My team has a game this week. Coach said we had rink dibs." The center stole a glance around, noticing that it was all figure skaters, not a single stick or puck in sight. Of course the groupchat was dead.

Damian scowled again, glaring at the boy who brushed ice chips away from his rear. More proof that these skaters were screwing up the ice, ruining it with their stupid little twirls he could surely do in his sleep. "Why are you all here?" he spat at the figure skater. "..how the hell am I meant to practice for my game with all of you around..."