Request from a Fanfiction person who wanted to stay anonymous: "Something fighting related training; martial arts or wrestling"

&& I chose to do martial arts better, because I could find better images and videos about that :) Hope you like what I did! It was not easy. I think next of your requests will be easier xD&&

TRAIN AND YOU'LL LEARN; DON'T AND YOU'LL DIE

The weather was incredibly hot and even if inside the building things were better, it was still noticeable than the persons gathered in front were suffering the consequences of the heat. Of course, they were in lands where there was more sand than cement and where the sun was more present than anything, but it was summer. And summer there was incredibly horrible for a lot of people that were new or were just too pale for their own good. One look up to his mother and he knew that she didn't care a bit if they were suffering from the weather or not. Not like his grandfather care either, now that he was thinking about it. Still, Damian was just a little preoccupied for them.

"Can I not fight with them, mother?" he asked, instead.

"Not yet, habibi. You will train with your grandfather or me until time comes and you will be able to unite with them if you wish" she answered easily "But remember, you're going to be the leader"

Damian sighed. He already knew the answer to the question but he still would claim the same thing time and time again. He knew his place, he knew he was going to inherit all of that, he knew he had to be a strong leader and not a mate for them… He knew it too damn well. He had learnt it the hard way. He was more than them, he had privileges. And they didn't. Still… Was it so bad wishing that?

Later at the afternoon, after his studies that his mother had disposed him, his grandfather, Ra's Al Ghul, entered in his room and stand there still for a couple of minutes. Damian turned his head slowly, looking to that stern look that would send him shivers all the time.

'Calm down stupid body! We're four years old, we're old enough to not be afraid! And it's grandfather we're talking about' he scolded himself internally.

Clearing his throat, he glanced to his grandfather and gulped.

"Yes, grandfather?" he asked as calm as his voice let him.

"Your mother is out. You'll practice the martial arts with me today" he declared.

Damian just nodded his head a few times and got up from the chair to follow his grandfather to the practice room his mother would use to teach him. It was specifically private, so no one but the three of them could enter inside.

Entering inside, they stepped into the middle and made the standing bow, first Damian and then Ra's. Raising their heads, they looked at each other.

It could be seen that Ra's could mostly be hired as a statue and Damian decided to go first, moving his right foot and his right hand with the fingers still towards the stomach of the other. Ra's, with incredibly speed, opened his legs enough to get into a lower position and, moving to his left a little, he avoided the hitting and threw his left arm towards Damian's neck to make him fall. Luckily, Damian was able to bend in time, put his hands on the ground and made a flip, regaining the space he had.

Taking a deep breath and more determined than before, Damian threw himself in the air, directing his feet towards his grandfather's head with a good speed. However, Ra's just moved a couple of centimeters took his legs and directed his body to the floor. He collapsed against the floor and a jolt of pain passed all his back and he hissed, closing his eyes a little. He opened them again noticing Ra's moved to an attack and he rolled to escape the hit just in time. Still, Ra's had him between his legs so he could only make a movement. He took off one of his legs to one side and rotate to make him fall. Ra's opened his eyes in surprise and jumped from the position to avoid it, leaving Damian free from the little cage he had made with the legs.

Damian got up fast but not enough, since his grandfather took him from behind, holding his arms tightly. Knowing he wasn't strong enough to made two of the possible techniques, he directed one of his feet to the nearer heel and pressed with strength. When he noticed Ra's arms pressing less to his body, he directed his elbow to the chest to distance himself.

Breathing hard, he shook his arms a little in an attempt to move the muscles with more ease. The black uniform that he was wearing was sticking into his skin due to the sweat of his body and it was making things more difficult than before. He wouldn't hate it that much if he was doing in other thing that wasn't martial arts with none other than his grandfather. The long sleeves of the uniform were making too much sound in the room for his taste, something that was a problem if he wanted to catch his grandfather by surprise and the thing that he knew less than him and that he couldn't beat him, didn't help a lot.

Raising his eyes again to his opponent, his feet moved to the right trying to make an attack, but he hit the ground before he would even turn his body. He grunted and went to get up but he was stopped with just one foot in his stomach.

"No. You're going against your enemy with pure rage and that disappears with the wind. Emotions will make you lose. You'll never win a fight if you let them control you. Control your rage"

"… Yes, grandfather"

"Now get up again and start everything from the beginning" he said, freeing him.

Damian closed his eyelids for a second and then got up from the ground, looking to his grandfather for a second. He would have hissed for the pain he was feeling in every fiber, but anyone that had been long enough in the League and that used the brain would know that complaining wouldn't help at all; it would make things just worse, if that was possible.

Taking a deep breath, he started the practice all over again, throwing himself to his grandfather to hit him at his right with his left arm. However, he was taken by some part of his clothes and was stopped, almost falling to the ground for the pressure that his grandfather had put; he regained his strength in no time, noticing that he was going slower, meaning that he was losing his strength. And yes, with one moment that his grandfather was able to avoid, he was able to notice his legs and arms like almost jelly, his muscles and his nerves screaming in pain… His brain going slow in the movements of either defense or attack. He was going to fall and nothing could be worse than not lasting what his grandfather expected him to last.

It could be worse, obviously. His grandfather could had made him wear more clothes to make him an easy target and the weather would have gotten the best of him if his grandfather would had done that. These ones, the uniform he was wearing, were soft and light and they were these types of clothes that were made for countries like the one they were in. It was easy to move with them, which was one of the reasons why it was mandatory on the League to wear them: Because getting a job done in that clothes, was an easy subject.

Still… He was still too young and as much as he wanted to last more, he was not going to make it. They had been practicing for at least one hour and a half; it was a mystery how he was alive yet.

Gritting his teeth, he noted his throat tightening and asking for air and he narrowed his eyes. He was at the verge of tears. His flips and turns were slower than before, his movements had become into a mess, with no coordination at all and clumsy… His body was failing him little by little and nor his brain or body were responding to his demands; even if he wanted them to command them to respond to him, they wouldn't.

His grandfather raised his head to look at him, if only a little bit, with that stern look that could freeze and kill a person in a matter of seconds. Damian shivered and felt like he wanted to talk, but couldn't.

"Get on your knees and take off your upper part" his grandfather told him suddenly.

He looked up in a snap and swallowed at seeing a whip in his hands. Slowly, he reached for his upper part and took it off, leaving it in the ground. Glancing his grandfather again, he saw no indulgence or mercy for him and finally, he decided to get on his knees. Gripping himself to not move, he heard him moving in his direction and closed his eyes like not wanting to know the pain he was going to feel for the next couple of weeks.

"Let's see if you learn something this time, Damian. And I want you to count them all" he informed behind his back "Understood?"

"Yes, grandfather"

He heard him making some steps back from him, heard him moving his arm and he closed his eyes with strength.

&& As always, comment, favs, follows, etc... Thanks for reading :) If I'm fast, I maybe will have Twisted Turn this weekend (also, if my university professors don't send me anything ¬¬ but, just pray and cross your fingers hahahah)! Have a nice day/week/whatever! &&