Batman whispered, almost to himself:
"…Sun Shadow."
Nightwing blinked.
"Sun… what?"
"The symbol — the strokes imitate sunlight. The movement patterns. The heat suppression. The speed. He moves like a blade of light."
Batman set the plate down gently.
"He's not just trained.
He's been perfected."
Batman Makes a Decision
Batman turned, cape shifting behind him.
"Oracle. Upload all footage, thermal scans, and movement patterns to the Batcomputer."
"Already done."
"Good.
Because from now on…"
He clicked a new file open.
TARGET: SUN SHADOW
STATUS: UNKNOWN
AGE: UNKNOWN
AFFILIATION: UNKNOWN
DANGER LEVEL: EXTREME
Batman's voice dropped to a near growl:
We find him."
Nightwing frowned.
"Bruce… he stole weapons. He outsmarted Black Mask. He slipped past us. And he's a kid. What do you plan to do when you catch him?"
Batman answered without hesitation.
"I won't hurt him."
The Bat-Family exchanged glances.
Batman continued:
"But I need to know who trained him."
And for the first time in years…
Batman looked genuinely uneasy.
Meanwhile — Damian Watches From Afar
In his pocket-dimension mansion…
Damian stood in front of a floating screen created by the system, showing the Batcave footage.
He saw Batman staring at the engraved plate.
He saw Batman name him "Sun Shadow."
He heard Batman say:
"I won't hurt him."
Damian felt something warm in his chest.
But he didn't smile.
Not yet.
He whispered:
"You're close, Father…
But not yet."
The screen closed.
Damian picked up his Nichirin sword and began practicing Sun Breathing forms under the soft glow of artificial sunrise.
Damian vs. Lady Shiva: A Duel of Monsters
The Battle That Decides His Place in the League
No one knew why Lady Shiva called for the duel.
Not even Talia.
But when the League's most feared assassin requests a private match with the Young Lord…
No one refuses.
Not even Damian Wayne.
Damian vs. Lady Shiva: A Duel of Monsters
The Battle That Decides His Place in the League
No one knew why Lady Shiva called for the duel.
Not even Talia.
But when the League's most feared assassin requests a private match with the Young Lord…
No one refuses.
Not even Damian Wayne.
Damian didn't deny it.
"You've been testing me daily. This is just another test."
Shiva smirked.
"No.
This is me proving a point."
She lunged.
Shiva Attacks First — and Hard
Shiva moved with speed that blurred the air.
A spinning elbow.
A snapping kick.
Two rapid jabs aimed at Damian's throat.
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—!!
Damian blocked everything.
Without stepping back.
Without blinking.
Shiva's eyes widened.
You're faster… again."
Damian exhaled calmly.
"I practice."
"Liar."
She attacked again—harder.
The Transparent World Opens
Shiva's movements slowed in his vision.
Not literally—
but perceptually.
Her muscles, her breaths, her shifting weight…
all became clear lines.
Predictable.
Readable.
Transparent World activated.
Talia, watching secretly from the shadows, felt a chill.
Shiva stood again, sweat running down her brow, arm hanging limp.
"You dislocated me…
without even hitting me hard."
Damian bowed slightly.
"I didn't want to hurt you."