Damian Wayne with his stuck-up attitude—of course he did fencing, and of course you went to his competitions.

He never explicitly told you to come to his competitions, but he always let you know when they were happening and seemed to appreciate when you were there, even though he didn't show it openly.

He was a fencing genius, always winning almost every single competition. He was part of one of the best clubs in New Jersey, and his skills were unmatched.

It was the weekend, and yet another competition was underway. Damian was there, of course, looking as smug as ever as he walked onto the piste. He won like usual, his opponents no match for his skill and grace. It wasn't long before the National Championships started, and the Arab boy was sure to win.

You made your way over to him and made sure to congratulate him on his victory. He was with some of his family, all of them celebrating yet another victory.