Someone's been working on their cartwheels. Good. [Damian says, but his voice and expression were still flat. The events of the day still weighing on his mind and a part of him still wanting to escape back to face his personal hell, even if he knew he shouldn't. Even if he knew Jon would just find him again. Like he always did.

He flips, hands never touching the ground and still landing dangerously close to the edge. He quickly closes the gap between him and swinging out to disarm the block but mostly to show him how then uppercutting him. It was satisfying to hit something, even more so because he knew it wasn’t hurting Jon. He was angry. He knew the anger was misplaced. Jon has been there for him through all this. The guy even found a reason to smile right now. He...was trying despite Damian still wanting to yell, scream and hurt something. He ducks an incoming hit, again it was pretty slow.]

Still having trouble dodging without using your super speed? You can go a little faster.

[He murmured thoughtfully, looking Jon in the eyes.] I'm adding a challenge. Disarm me. I'm going to put an explosive of you. Stop me without using super speed. If I blow you off this roof. You lose.