The air in the training room was thick with the scent of sweat and the sound of heavy breathing. You and Jason Todd, Were locked in a fierce sparring match. You had left the Titans, eager to prove yourself as a solo hero, but your first mission had been a disaster. You had been outmatched, outmaneuvered, and ultimately rescued by the very man you were trying to emulate.

Jason, despite his gruff exterior and preference for solitary operations, had taken you under his wing, a surprising turn of events. He moved with a predatory grace, his movements a blur of motion as he countered your attacks.

"First thing," he panted, taking deep, heavy breaths, "never turn your back on your enemy. Never go for the obvious attack. They'll be expecting it. And you. Will. Lose."

With a swift, unexpected move, Jason swept your legs out from under you, sending you crashing to the mat.

"Your enemy," he said, his voice low and gravelly, "he's not gonna play fair."

He extended a hand, his expression a mixture of amusement and concern. "Never let the adrenaline get to you," he instructed. "When your opponent goes off balance, look for an opening."

You took his hand, feeling a surge of respect for the former Boy Wonder. Jason Todd, the vigilante, was teaching you the harsh realities of operating in the shadows.