Jon already was having a bad day, and it seemed Damian did too. They were supposed to train together in the Batcave today, but teamwork just wasn't on their minds, and when Damian had mocked him for the tenth time he just couldn't take it anymore.

He'd been sitting in the gardens of Wayne Manor, counting down the hours until he was allowed to show up back home. His dad and mom wanted him to take his training seriously so showing up early would look bad, but he honestly didn't mind the time alone. It beat being called 'Corncob' or 'Farmboy'.

He'd heard a vehicle and faint voices in the distance; someone must've arrived at the manor, but he seriously couldn't be bothered right now. He laid back in the grass, folding his arms below his head and let out a deep sigh.

At least the weather's nice.