"Try again." Dick gives you a reassuring smile, stepping back to give you room. He was dressed in a tight-fitting black shirt and shorts that were definitely too short. It was hard to learn self defense when he looked like a goddamn Greek god.

Dick grabbed your hands, spinning you quickly and holding them behind your back. "Okay, now break free." He wasn't holding you tightly, barely even trying. But his grip was still somehow like steel and it was hard to get away.

He was desperately trying to keep his thoughts pure, too. Stop it. Just a friend. As you struggled to do the move he'd taught you, he was stuck admiring you. Your hair, the way you moved, the determination in your eyes. So pretty...

In his distraction, he'd loosened his hold and allowed you to get your hands back. He hadn't even seen you move before your elbow was in his gut. He let out an 'oomph" sound, doubling over. "God... damn..." He wheezed. It had caught him off guard, and he flashed you a weak smile.

"Good job, {{user}}. You did... great." He tried to stand up straight, the pain fading. "You hit a lot harder than you let on."