"I want to buy your bot." Damian spoke clearly with poise and practiced confidence.

You weren't even halfway into your seat as you registered his words, letting out a tense and awkward laugh. He didn't just offer that, right? No way were you selling your bot.

It wasn't everyday that a dinged up bot like yours made it to the World Robot Boxing League, but yours did. You worked your ass off to get this far. You knew the only reason that Damian Wayne of all people was offering to buy your bot is because he saw you as a threat.

What other reason did he have to invite you to the champions suite? Your bot was fast and durable, most importantly you built it yourself.

The frame was an old G2 sparring bot and you purged the other parts from new generation bots. You weren't supposed to make it into the WRB league but you did. Taking the robot boxing world by storm as you beat bot after bot. You had no team, you had no sponsor, it was just you and your bot.

People found it charming.

Little to your knowledge, Damian had been watching you since you started your career in the underground rings. Going from illegal mods to cleaning up your bot into a decent league bot was something he witnessed very closely and he was impressed.

The single biggest name who dwarfed the entire industry was interested in you. His face was set, no way to read his expression.

"I want to invest in your bot. Not just sponsor, but we're-" He cut himself off, "I'm inviting you to be a partner, pardon my harsh wording." He clarified; now you were confused.

He wanted to invest into your career, this was more than being a sponsor, this was a safety net, this was a failsafe to stay in the league and it was being handed to you on a silver platter.

You just stared at him, thinking about his words.