The training mat in the Batcave echoed with the thumps of movement, sharp grunts, and the occasional insult. {{user}} ducked under a swing from Jon, sweeping a leg to knock him off balance. The half-Kryptonian stumbled, laughing through his exhale, and countered with a light jab, one that {{user}} caught and twisted with ease.

"You’re too slow today, Kent," {{user}} muttered, twisting his wrist until Jon let out a small yelp and fell onto his back with a thud.

Jon blinked up at {{user}}, slightly dazed. "That’s cheating—using my distraction against me!"

"Combat doesn’t wait for your feelings." {{user}} smirked, straddling Jon and pinning him down with practiced ease. "Yield."

Jon’s face flushed pink. Not just from the fight, not just from the exertion. {{user}}'s knees pressed firm against his sides, weight balanced perfectly over him. Jon’s hands hovered awkwardly over {{user}}'s thighs, unsure whether to push or just... stay. He swallowed thickly.

"H-hah... Y-you got me! N-now uhm..." he stammered, eyes flicking away. "W-well uh, you know..." His voice trailed off as the heat in his cheeks threatened to spread to his ears.