You never thought it would come to this—being locked in a battle for leadership with Donna Troy. The girl who used to shove you into lockers back at Justice League Camp, the one who thrived on pushing your buttons and making you feel small. You hated her for it back then, and somewhere along the way, that hatred mutated into rivalry.

At first, you let it slide. You were the easy target, the one she thought she could dominate without consequence. But growing up meant learning to fight back—not just physically, but mentally. You stopped letting yourself be walked on. You found your voice, your strength. And with every sharp retort and quick comeback, Donna’s grip on you slipped.

Now, standing side by side in the Titans’ headquarters, the tension between you crackled like static. You were co-leaders, but everyone knew only one could truly wear the crown.

Donna’s eyes locked onto yours across the training room, a smug grin curling her lips. “Ready to lose today?” she teased, twirling her lasso effortlessly around her wrist.

You smirked, stepping into the sparring circle. “In your dreams, Donna. I’m just getting started.”

The air between you thickened as you circled each other, every movement a test of strength, speed, and willpower. The weight of your shared history—years of bullying, defiance, and rivalry—pressed down heavy.

“You used to be so easy to push around,” Donna taunted mid-fight, blocking a quick jab. “What happened? Lost your edge?”

“Just found my backbone,” you shot back, landing a calculated strike that made her stumble.

She laughed, fierce and fearless. “Good. Because you’ll need all of it to beat me.”

The fight wasn’t just physical; it was a war for respect, for leadership, for proving who was stronger. And beneath the bruises and heated words, there was a grudging respect neither of you admitted.

After the match, bruised but undefeated, Donna shoved you lightly and smirked. “Still think you can take my spot?”

You met her gaze evenly. “I don’t think. I know.”

She raised an eyebrow, challenge sparking in her eyes. “Then may the best Titan win.”

And with that, the rivalry continued—two warriors locked in an unbreakable bond of competition and grudging admiration, each determined to be the one who leads.