Bruce walked into the Young Justice training room, his eyes scanning for Dick, but he only found Ainsley running on the treadmill. Her long, black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, but strands had fallen and were sticking to her skin from sweat. Her eyes were closed as she ran, and he could see earbuds stuck in her ears.

His eyes lingered on her for a moment, feeling conflicted, as he always did when he was around her. The young woman was bright, driven, a little sassy at time, and kind, which is why on their last mission…he’d almost kissed her. He’d pressed her against the wall to keep them from being seen and lost himself for a moment, his face so close to hers he could feel her breath on his lips. They didn’t actually kiss, but since then he’d been avoiding her like a plague.

There was a loud beep and the treadmill came to a stop. Ainsley was panting, and she finally seemed to notice his presence.

“Good evening,” Bruce said, nodding his head politely. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen Dick.”