Damsel | T. Drake ✔

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One after another, the wooden boards split from the middle as the edge of a pale hand struck through. With a swift spin, the temporary wall made up of wooden boards fell as well upon receiving a piercing kick.

A number of obstacles were set up in the form of steel bars, metal posts, block barricades and wooden boards. One by one, the obstacles fell from the swift blows aimed upon them.

A delicate figure danced among the obstacles, pulling them down methodically and spinning from one form of attack to another.

The dim light illuminated the lean silhouette of a girl in a fitted leather suit and it seemed as if she was training herself. A woman was sitting close by, observing each movement the girl made.

Every now and then the woman who seemed to be her trainer would speak up, giving her tips on how to improve her strategy. The girl would then try again until her knuckles bled and her feet ached from constant bruising.

Hours passed until fully exhausted, the girl bent down with her hands on her knees, blood trickling down her fingers and her breathing was erratic.

Her trainer patted her back affectionately and stepped out of the dimly lit hall, as a cue for her to end the training session. The girl remained, tearing off long pieces of bandages that were placed on the bench where her trainer had been sitting earlier. She wound up the pieces on her knuckles to stop the bleeding.

Then she kicked off her shoes revealing feet that were red and sore from the continuous kicking. Exhausted she sat down, stretching her limbs and then laying on the cold floor, glancing up at the ceiling as she worked to bring her breathing back to normal.

It was yet another day of her routinely extensive training. As usual she was completely stressed out but she had almost become accustomed to it.

All she had in mind was achieving her target no matter how much blood, sweat or tears she had to invest in it. Those bleeding knuckles or sore feet were nothing when she thought about the ultimate target that she had to achieve.

She had to become invincible so that she could survive in the dangerous criminal world of Gotham city. Her trainer was none other than her aunt who wanted her to be capable of defending herself before going to live with her father in the renowned city of crime.

According to her, it was essential for her niece to know the tactics needed to protect herself. She wanted her to not be dependent on anyone else for her rescue.

Because no one knew the dangers Gotham had in store for a young defenseless girl better than Lena Luthor. And she didn't want her niece to ever face the horrible situations that she had gone through herself.

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