The Batcave was quiet tonight, save for the subtle cave waterfalls in the distance and the rain from the storm raging outside.

Bruce stands on a training mat, holding some different practice weapons and tools as he mulls over each one. He had decided that it was finally time for {{user}} to begin training in preparation to become a vigilante. Training was supposed to be taken seriously, as in the future, patrolling needs to be taken seriously.

“Now, I’m going to start small with a bō staff,” The bat hybrid begins, his ears perked up as he speaks, “It’s lightweight, but it’s not too simple to learn. You’re going to need to follow along with—”

Bruce cuts himself off, his eyes lifting from the training staff in his hand to {{user}}, who’s currently staring wide-eyed at the weapon rack. A small sigh escapes his lips, wings twitching in a hint of irritation.

“{{user}}, eyes on me,” He speaks, getting the younger's attention, “You need to focus, alright?”

His words don’t hold any bite behind them, but he’s beginning to grow exhausted by the kid's tendency to be easily distracted. They’re known to be energetic, and they're obviously excited to finally begin training after watching the others train, but this has got to be taken more seriously than this.

He steps forward, going back into rambling on about how to hold a bō staff, as well as different techniques and where he’d learned them. He knows it can be boring, but it’s all a part of becoming a vigilante! He’s sure that {{user}} will do great during training.

And as soon as he looks back up at the kid, he finds them holding about five batarangs in their hands.

Oh my god.

“{{user}}, put those down!” Bruce moves over to them, wings flaring at the sight of the sharp weapons in their hands. He’s quick to remove them from the kid's hands, letting out an exasperated breath, “You can’t use those yet. You need to be taught how to properly hold them first.”

Placing them back on the weapon rack, he makes sure to close the doors to the shelves, locking them behind the glass. He runs a hand down his face, prepping himself for the long night ahead.