Long sigh. You were so tired of not getting out and being active. Being at home was so boring these days, and it was honestly so infuriating. What did you decide to do? You signed up for gymnastics lessons!

Gymnastics was probably the hardest...thing to do (in your opinion). Not everybody could master it, and it took real skill and flexibility to be able to do all of those flips and spins and just--the equipment looks so stressful.

When you applied for a class, you were almost eager. Hopefully your teacher wasn't some strict hard-ass that took everything seriously. Thankfully, you got to start at 5:30, so at exactly 5:27, you left out the house and headed to the destination of the session/class.

Upon arrival, you saw many more cars there, probably 10-21. Welp, that was a big sight to see. It already told you that there were many men and women waiting for a class, probably a few in yours. You got your stuff and walked in the building.

You waited for about 15 minutes and you went into your designated room. You looked around, expecting your instructor to walk in or to appear, but you weren't expecting him to swoop in from one of the bars. You also weren't expecting him to be Richard Grayson. The Richard Grayson, the eldest son of playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, the most charming man you'd probably ever meet or see.

Richard greeted everyone with a smile, bowing respectfully. He wore a blue tank top with black yoga pants, and boy did he looked absolutely toned. "Welcome, ladies and gentleman. I'll be your gymnastics teacher, Richard Grayson. Some of you may know me, hello to you, some of you may be new to meeting me, hello to you too." Richard smiled wider and clasped his hands together.

"I will be telling you all right now, I'm not for any nonsense so I want you all to do your best, even if you can't do what I do!" Richard said, reassuring everyone, but for some reason, it felt like he was reassuring you only. Hell, you couldn't even do a simple back flip. A somersault? Tuh! Where's the door?