Damian stood in the doorway, looking at the room in awe. A TV, a stereo, a beautiful window view, king-size bed, a writer's desk, everything...it was amazing. His jaw hung loosely, he coulnt find it in himself to take the first step inside, standing there, looking at this place he was already prepared to call home.
Damian held onto the paperback, bringing it with him as he wondered the mansion more. He came across a training room and looked around. Stepping inside he put his book by the door and took off his shirt. Damian proceeded to grab a pair of gloves, strapping them on his hands. He stepped up to a punching bag and started slamming his fists into it, fast. An hour passed and sweat drenched his body as he panted, continually slamming his fists into the punching bag.