Damian vs. Saitama...
The desert wind howled through the vast canyon, whipping dust and sand into spirals. Standing across from each other like titans were Damian and Saitama—two forces of power, calm, and confidence. One was a Kryptonian, forged under the yellow sun. The other... was Saitama, a comic relief character, but one of the strongest in existence across the multiverse.
Saitama stood there in his usual relaxed posture, cape fluttering lazily, his expression dull and unimpressed. Damian, on the other hand, was fully locked in—floating a few inches off the ground, cloak rippling with bio-electric energy, his gaze fixed with unblinking intensity.
Without warning, Damian launched forward like a meteor—his speed igniting a sonic boom in his wake. His first punch smashed into Saitama's jaw, followed by a flurry of rapid strikes. Each blow rang out like a cannon, sending shockwaves into the air. Saitama was sent flying—no, rag-dolling—bouncing off canyon walls, crashing into cliff sides, and cracking through rock like a pinball in an angry machine.
Genos watched from below, his soldering tools buzzing as he continued reassembling his cybernetic frame. The battle above shook the ground beneath his feet.
"Master… Damian… this level of power... should I even be classified as S-Class?"
Above, Damian kneed Saitama skyward, then flew above him, hammering him back down. Just as Saitama fell, Damian let loose twin beams of solar heat vision, carving molten streaks across the desert floor.
BOOM!
A blinding explosion lit up the sky, the heat flattening nearby rock structures. The ground trembled beneath the sheer force.
But then—Saitama stood. Not burned. Not bruised. Yawning.
Damian, panting slightly, narrowed his eyes.
"I thought this was supposed to be a sparring session. That means you fight back," he shouted.
Saitama blinked slowly, scratched his cheek, then offered a grin. "Okay. I feel warmed up. I think you can take a punch or two."
Damian's system interface appeared in his peripheral vision:
[Mission Progress: 28% Complete.]
"Let's see if I can take more than a couple," Damian muttered, lifting his fists.
Saitama stood casually, hands at his sides. But now, his movements began to shift—fluid, precise, and terrifyingly fast. Damian launched at him again, fists blazing. But now Saitama was dodging—barely moving, yet always one step ahead. Not just keeping up. Outpacing.
Damian accelerated—15%... 16%... 17% the speed of light. He vanished from sight, reappeared behind Saitama, and unleashed a punch to the temple.
CLANG!
It bounced off like he'd hit steel.
Damian froze. In that nanosecond of hesitation, Saitama turned.
"Okay," Saitama said.
"Normal punch."
BAM!
A single blow to the chest sent Damian flying. The desert floor shattered. The mountain behind him exploded from the shockwave. His suit burned away where the punch landed. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he skidded across the sand.
"Holy shit," Damian gasped, clutching his ribs. "I felt that…"
Saitama jogged forward, brushing dust from his glove. "You good?"
Damian coughed, stood shakily.
[Mission Progress: 64% Complete.]
"That was one punch. Let's see how much more I can withstand," he muttered, eyes glowing.
Crack-BOOM. The reverberations of both of them taking off filled the desert again—this time, Damian was on the defensive. Saitama moved inhumanly fast, appearing in front of him mid-strike.
Damian tried to halt him with telekinesis.
But Saitama… grabbed it.
With two fingers.
Like it was fabric.
He flung the psychic force back at Damian, stunning him. Before Damian could recover, Saitama appeared behind him.
"Consecutive normal punches."
WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!
Damian turned just in time to block with crossed arms, his shield cracking. Blasts pummeled him from head to toe. He was flung into the sky. Twisting midair, he regained balance, but blood dripped from his chin.
"Internal bleeding…" he whispered while clutching his ribs.
Below, Saitama looked up, grinning. "You still good?"
Damian descended slowly, scanning his injuries.
"He's really enjoying this. Maybe… he doesn't get to go all out that often… well, not all out. I guess he hasn't punched someone who's survived normal punches before…" Damian said with a self-amused tone.
Catching his breath and wiping the blood from his mouth, Damian grinned. "You know I heal pretty damn fast, so I'm good. How about you step it up a notch, Master Saitama? I can take it."
Saitama chuckled. "Okay. I'll step it up one notch. But didn't I tell you not to call me Master?"
Damian smiled, then—BOOM—he took off!
They clashed again. Damian's power surged—telekinesis, speed, flight. He roared forward, fists blazing with heat.
But Saitama met him—punch for punch.
They collided midair, shockwaves flattening the landscape for miles. Craters erupted. Hills vanished. Mountains cracked like eggshells. A desert once rich with mountain ranges and hillsides was reduced to a flat, barren wasteland.
From Genos's point of view, all he could see were afterimages of both of them, their speed impossible to track…
Then a subtle pause in the air…
Pewwwww!
Damian blasted Saitama point-blank with heat vision. Saitama countered with a spinning back fist that bent reality with its speed.
They separated, Damian panting, but Saitama... No, he landed. Something in the air changed.
Saitama finally got serious.
Damian saw it. Felt it.
[Mission Progress: 89%]
"Here it comes…" Damian whispered.
Saitama, now poised and dead serious, drew his fist back. Then disappeared at light speed. Damian, trying to predict his movement, senses DEATH behind him, out of pure instinct. Damian started to turn his head... but it was too late...
"SERIOUS PUNCH."
The world screamed.
Light warped. The sky tore open. The shockwave split the desert. A canyon formed where the two stood. Damian was blasted through a mountain range, the punch creating a tunnel through the stone.
Dust and silence.
Genos held up an arm to block the debris. "Master…"
From the rubble, a hand emerged. Damian, skin scorched, suit disintegrated at the chest, bloodied and battered—stood.
"I'm still… too weak…" he muttered, coughing blood. "One punch… just one…"
He fell to a knee. Then rose again. Slowly. Gritting his teeth.
His system blinked:
[Bonus Mission: Survive Sparring Match with Saitama][Reward: World Traversal Ticket x1]
[Mission Status: 100% Completed]
Damian looked up. Saitama stood there, hands on his hips.
"Not bad," Saitama said, grinning.
Damian nodded faintly. "Thanks... Saitama."
A hand stretched out to Damian, both of them smiling, training was over...
Later, the trio sat together on a small patch of ground spared from total destruction.
Saitama looked as if he'd been out for groceries—only his clothes were torn. Not a scratch on him. Genos was mangled, still holding his arm in place with metal wires. Damian looked like he'd survived a nuclear war—hunched, bruised, wrapped in his tattered cape.
They sat in silence, catching their breath.
Saitama took out another slice of pizza, wrapped in aluminum foil, and started munching.
"Well," he said casually, "you both did great today."
Genos, sparks flickering from his shoulder joint, glanced at Damian. "Define great…"
Damian, coughing, muttered, "I think I saw the afterlife…"
Saitama laughed. "Perfect! Same time tomorrow?"
Both Genos and Damian turned to him in disbelief.
Genos said, "I think I need more time to…"
Damian interjected, with a satisfied but worn-out tone, "Okay, that sounds good to me…"
He opened his system panel…
[Mission Progress: 100% Complete][Bonus Mission: Survive a Sparring Match with Saitama – Reward: World Traversal Ticket x1] Would you like to collect your reward?
"…Yes…" Damian said quietly to himself.
Time Skip – Later That Evening – Saitama's Apartment
The living room was quiet save for the low hum of the TV and the sizzling of a pizza heating up in a pan.
Saitama, wearing a cooking apron over his torn hero outfit, casually flipped a slice of pizza in the pan. "Dinner's almost ready," he called over his shoulder, completely unfazed by the warzone-level destruction they'd caused just hours earlier.
On the couch, Damian sat wrapped in a blanket, shirtless, his body slowly regenerating under the soft glow of his bio-electric aura. Deep bruises still painted his torso, but his breathing was steady. He sipped from a glass of water, eyes glazed as he replayed every moment of the sparring session in his mind.
That punch…He shivered. My entire core felt like it was going to implode. I barely survived one serious punch.Then again… he smiled. I survived.
Across the room, Genos sat at the table, quite literally putting himself back together. A welding torch clamped in his teeth as he tried to reattach his left forearm with one functioning hand.
"Master," Genos muttered between sparks. "I believe I may need stronger equipment… and medical insurance."
Damian chuckled, holding his ribs. "Speak for yourself, I've got nanites...Can't exactly replace those..."
Saitama shrugged, flipping the pizza slice one more time. "You both are being dramatic. It was just training."
Genos glanced at Damian, who looked like he'd walked through a nuclear reactor. Damian looked at Genos, whose entire chest plate was still missing.
They both glared at Saitama.
"Okay, okay," Saitama said, pulling the pan off the stove. "You both did fine."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A sudden knock at the door made all three of them flinch.
Saitama lazily wandered over and peeked through the peephole. "Hmm… weird."
He opened the door.
Standing awkwardly in the hallway was King, holding a plastic bag from a local electronics store.
"Uh… hey," King said. "I was wondering if… you were home. I, uh… came by to say thanks."
Saitama squinted. "Do I know you?"
Before King could answer, Saitama began to close the door.
"Wait!" King reached out, stopping it. "It's me… King."
Genos looked up. "Master, that's King. One of the S-Class heroes—known as the strongest man in the world."
Saitama blinked. "Ohhh, right. You're that guy who's always at the same monster scenes I am."
Damian raised a brow from the couch.
Saitama noticed the bag. "What's in there?"
King lifted it sheepishly. "I bought the newest Battle Fighters game. I, uh, thought you might like it… so I got you a copy."
Saitama's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. "You brought Battle Fighters?! Why didn't you say so?! Get in here!"
King stepped into the apartment.
He stopped cold.
Genos's face was half-melted.
Damian was shirtless and glowing, bruised and healing.
The apartment looked like a hospital room after a battlefield.
King's heart skipped. Did I walk into a death trap?
His mind flashed back.
[Flashback – One Day Earlier]
King had just stepped out of a convenience store, clutching a bento box and humming to himself. That's when he saw her—a little girl skipping toward her parents.
That's also when Seaweed Fiend erupted from the sewer.
The creature screamed, hurling cars, slamming into buildings, tentacles flailing. One car rocketed through the air—heading straight for King.
Frozen in fear, King couldn't move. This was it. This was how he died.
Then—BOOM.
A blinding gust of wind.
The car exploded mid-air.
King opened his eyes.
Standing there, arm extended, was Saitama. His fist still smoking. Seaweed Fiend's body collapsed with a gaping hole through its center.
Behind King, the crowd whispered his name in awe.
But King was trembling, having almost wet himself.
He saved me… again. He always does… even if he doesn't know it.
[Back to Present]
Now King stood face-to-face with Sky God Damian, Genos the Demon Cyborg, and Caped Baldy…
King hesitantly stepped farther into the apartment, still trying to process what he was seeing.
Damian stood up with a soft grunt, stretching slightly as he greeted King with a nod. "Hey King. Good to see you again."
King blinked. "Y-yeah. You too... But seriously, what the hell happened to you guys?"
Damian chuckled, brushing dust off his arm. "We had sparring today. With our master."
"Master?" King asked, confused.
Damian gestured toward the kitchen. "Yeah. Saitama. He's our master."
King blinked again, completely baffled. "Wait… Caped Baldy, I mean, Saitama is your master?"
"Yup," Damian said, nodding. "And if you thought I was strong, guess again—he's on a whole different level."
King gulped. His stomach turned. Why did I come here? This is the worst decision of my life; I know Saitama is incredibly strong, but isn't he supposed to be just a C-rank? Why is Sky God an S Rank Powerhouse, and Genos another S Rank, calling him Master?
Damian stepped a little closer, lowering his voice as he leaned in.
"So, just a heads-up... don't get on his bad side."
King's heart dropped.
"Just kidding," Damian added with a sly smirk. "Mostly…"
King visibly flinched, his eyes darting toward the door like he was calculating his exit strategy.
Damian let out a soft laugh, then spotted the plastic bag in King's hand. "Hey, what's that you brought?"
"Oh," King said quickly, glad to change the subject. "I grabbed a copy of the new Battle Fighters game. I thought Saitama might want it. Came with an extra controller as part of the purchase.
Saitama's eyes lit up instantly. "No way! Dude, you brought a controller? That's perfect! Mine broke again yesterday."
Genos, still holding a half-attached arm, spoke up, sparks popping off his elbow joint. "That would be the fourth one this week."
Damian grinned and clapped King on the back. "You're a hero, man. Saitama keeps turning our controllers into scrap metal, so we've only had one for days. But now that we've got two again…"
He looked at the others, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We can finally do proper 1v1 tournaments."
Saitama casually plugged the controller in. "Hope you're all ready to lose."
King's palms started sweating again. "Uhh…"
Damian flopped back onto the couch, adjusting a pillow behind his head. "Alright. Let the tournament begin."
Genos, still sitting on the floor, gave a slight nod. "I'll join after I finish reattaching my arm."
King stared at all three of them—two S-Class heroes beaten half to death, and one C-Class who could apparently beat them into this condition...and was their Master...
He held his controller like it was a live grenade.
What did I just get myself into?
Damian, amused by the encounter, leaned back and glanced at his system's mission panel.
Remaining Missions:
[Main Mission Quest: Stop 2 Dragon-Level or Higher Disasters – Reward: Lottery Tickets x3][Mission Status: Active | 50% Complete]
[Bonus Mission Quest: Defeat Lord Boros, Leader of the Dark Matter Thieves – Reward: Lottery Tickets x3][Mission Status: Inactive]
Time to finish my missions and get stronger, Damian thought, a confident grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
To be continued...