Every single one of my stories will be revised and edited some time in the near future. Starting with this one.

Oh, and instead of it being a "five times" thing, it will just be a collection of little one shots with a sibling theme, only varying in length.

"Again."

Damian scowled bitterly at his mentor. This was probably the longest attack he had had to work on today during their training session. It wasn't even complicated; just a simple double flip upwards (he was short, so what?) to land on his attacker's shoulders, and then a rapid palm strike to the temple. A quick way to easily turn the tide in his favor if he was against larger, street enemies. Damian doubted it would be useful against the likes of the Joker or Two Face, or maybe even someone with a firearm and quick reflexes, but, hey, whatever worked for the moment. After doing the same exact thing over twenty-three times, however, he was understandably beginning to feel restless. And, well, agitated.

Besides, he was doing it right. It wasn't like he was wobbling the practice droid over, or something else idiotic that Drake probably would have done if he were learning it for the first time.

Enough was enough, he would take no more of this repetitive (and...slightly dizzying) crap.

"No."

"S'cuse me? Come on Damian, this is just few flips here, and a few hits to the temple there. Nothing overly exerting either, so it's not like you should be getting tired. Wait," Smiling slightly, the elder brother continued, his tone growing increasingly playful with each word, "you aren't getting dizzy from that, are you? "

Oh no, this conversation would not work out for Damian.

"You try flipping vertically forty-six times! I guarantee you that it's a lot harder than it looks." Once he realized just who he was talking to, Damian paused and took back what he said hastily. "Never mind. Just forget it."

The acrobat held back a laugh, but allowed a strong smirk to settle clearly on his face. "Alright, fine. No more flips for you. How about a final spar, and then some of Alfred's famous cookies? Unless of course," this time he did allow a small cackle to break through, "you won't have the stomach for it?"

"Hey!" There was anger for being joked at in Damian's tone, but he balanced out any serious spite with a competitive grin, "Alright, fine. Loser has to clean the Batmobile for the rest of the month."

"You're on!"

-Thwipity