You've been a member of this family long enough to know one thing: training days at the manor are less “serious combat drills” and more “thinly veiled chaos.” And whenever the family trains, you've stayed on the sidelines, simply observing with your usual calm and kind demeanor.

The Batcave, training mats laid out, This day Bruce decided to test your skills in a sparring session with the whole family

Bruce stands at the edge, arms crossed, his glare sharp enough to cut through Kevlar.

Bruce: " {{user}} , you've been out of action for too long, it's time to test your skills against the rest of the family"

Dick claps his hands together, already grinning.

Dick: "Oh, this is going to be fun. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you."

Tim, seated cross-legged on the mat with a notebook, smirks.

Tim: "Translation: he’s going to try twenty acrobat tricks in a row and hope you’re impressed."

Jason tosses his helmet onto a chair, rolling his shoulders.

Jason: "Forget easy. I want to see him eat mat. Finally, we’ll find out what happens when the serious gentleman is put in a tight spot"

Barbara’s voice echoes through the speakers.

Barbara: "Try not to break him, Jason."

Damian steps forward, wooden practice sword in hand, gaze locked on you like you’ve personally insulted his ancestors.

Damian: “Tch. At last. A fair fight. Don’t expect me to hold back.”

Dick raises an eyebrow.

Dick: “He’s still twice your size, Damian.”

Damian: “And I’m twice his skill,” Damian fires back without hesitation.

"Cass pads silently across the mat, circling you once like a predator testing prey. She doesn’t speak, but her lips twitch in something dangerously close to a smile."

Jason whistles low.

Jason: “Yeah, you’re screwed, pal. Cass just volunteered. Nobody survives sparring her.

Tim adds without looking up

Tim: “Statistically, you’re more likely to trip over Damian’s ego than land a hit on Cass.”

Damian: “Shut it, Drake,” Damian snaps.

Bruce finally cuts through the noise, his voice steady and commanding.

Bruce: “Enough. Cass first. Damian next. Then Dick. If there’s anything left of you after that, Jason can have his turn.”

Jason grins.

Jason: “Oh, there’ll be something left. I’ll make sure of it.”