The next day was Saturday, and hours after his morning training in the garden, Damian headed up to the gym. Inside he found Marti and Tim sparing, with the guidance of Dick. Tim had just swooped in for the attack, and pinned Marti to the ground.

"Alright Marti, try it now!" Dick encouraged.

Tim looked over to Dick in question. "Try what?"

Marti quickly kicked back her heel making contact with the back of Tim's scrotum.

"OWWWW! FWUUUCK!" Tim quickly released his hold, and rolled off her to the side of the ring in the fetal position.

"I felt it too kid. But it's a good move to learn." Dick said from the side of the ring. He too was hunched over a bit, with phantom sympathy pain.

"Does your fighting style call for a lot of cheap moves?" Damian questioned as he walked toward them glaring at Marti.

Marti was glaring back at him with this, as Tim and Dick watched the two stare each other down.

"Damn. I swear that stare is hereditary." Dick whispered, as he helped Tim up.

"Cheap or not, they work kid. The bad guys are typically not prancing about with fancy moves."

Damian's brow twitched at this insult. "Well… Let me see your cheap tactics in action." He slipped through the ring lines, and planted his feet ready to fight.

Dick dipped his head at this, and looked over to Marti.

She rolled her head round, cracked her neck, then mirrored his stance. "Alight. But-." She quickly dashed forward and flipped over the unsuspecting Damian. Her hands in a flash, whipped over his lower back, seconds before she landed behind him. "No weapons." She presented two small throwing knives to him, before she dropped them off the side of the ring.

"Fine, then no low blows. Can't be having a harlot's daughter carry on the Wayne bloodline."

"Excuse me?!"

"That's what you are right? Mother told me about all the women coming after our father for his wealth."

The two of them proceeded to viciously fight one another, evenly cancelling out each other's blows.

"What's a harlot?" Tim asked as he watched the fight outside the ring next to Dick.

"A whore." Dick replied, as he watched their every move.

"Damn!"

"Yeah."

Damian in the meantime had Marti in a half nelson, and was about to roll her over into a pin. Marti cancelled it out with a knee to his lower rib cage. He bounced back, and she pinned him down, and began to use his face as a punching bag. After a few good blows, Damian managed to free his left arm, and grabbed her at the shoulder. He quickly sat up and wrapped around her, pulling her right shoulder out of socket. Marti groaned out loud with pain, and fell forward. Damian lifted her limp arm up, and motioned to lift his foot.

"Damian stop!" Called out Bruce from the doorway of the gym.

Damian froze. But did not release his grasp.

Bruce entered the ring, and came up from behind him. He pulled Damian back by the shoulder. and went down to aid Marti. Damian watched as he carefully rolled her over, and up to sit. "Accidents happen when we are training. But we never deliberately harm each other!" Bruce said looking Damian square in the eyes. He then brought his attention back to Marti. "Alright, I can fix this. But it's going to hurt." Marti pursed her lips, and nodded. "Okay…" Bruce grasped her arm at the elbow, then slowly brought it into her side. Then he took her by the forearm. "Alright… One… Two… Three!"

"Ahhhhh!"

He rotated her forearm around, and her shoulder made an awful sound as it popped back into place. Marti slumped forward, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Better?"

"Yes…" She wheezed.

"Tim. Take her down to Alfred. Have him xray her shoulder. As for you." Bruce looked over to Damian. "Looks like I need to teach you how this team operates."