The training room in the Batcave was usually loud—sparring mats thudding, people arguing over techniques, and someone inevitably making a sarcastic comment.

Today, you were paired with Jason.

"Try not to complain when I win," Jason said, rolling his shoulders.

You folded your arms. "Try not to cry when you lose."

Across the room, Dick groaned. "Why do I already regret this?"

The spar started normally. A few blocked punches, some dodges, a sweep you barely avoided. Jason was pushing you harder than usual, but that wasn't anything new.

Then it happened.

You stepped in to counter.

Jason reacted on instinct.

His foot shot forward.

Thud.

The kick connected squarely with your stomach.

Unfortunately, Jason had put a lot more force behind it than he'd intended.

Your breath vanished instantly as you stumbled backward.

The room went silent.

You dropped to one knee, arms wrapping around your middle.

"Oh, crap."

That was the first sign everyone knew Jason understood he'd messed up.

Jason Todd did not usually say "oh, crap" in that particular tone.

Dick's eyes widened.

Tim nearly dropped the tablet he was holding.

Damian actually froze.

Even Bruce looked up from across the cave.

Jason was at your side in seconds.

"Hey—hey, are you okay?"

You tried to answer and instead wheezed.

"That doesn't sound okay," Tim said.

"No kidding," Jason snapped, looking horrified.

"You kicked them like they owed you money," Dick added.

"I didn't mean to!"

"You absolutely launched them."

"I KNOW!"

You finally managed to suck in a full breath.

"Ow."

The entire Batfamily collectively relaxed a tiny bit.

"They can talk," Dick announced dramatically.

"Thank you, Doctor Grayson," you muttered.

Jason crouched beside you, guilt written all over his face.

Normally he'd joke.

Normally he'd brush it off.

Instead he looked genuinely worried.

"Seriously, are you hurt?"

You slowly stood up, still holding your stomach.

"I'm fine."

Jason narrowed his eyes.

"That was the least convincing thing you've ever said."

Damian crossed his arms.

"Todd, your control is embarrassing."

"Thanks, Demon Spawn."

"You kicked them hard enough that Drake looked concerned."

Tim pointed at Damian.

"See? That's bad. When he's using me as a measurement for emotional responses, you've made a mistake."

Bruce finally walked over.

Jason immediately looked like a kid who'd been caught breaking something expensive.

"It was an accident," Jason said before Bruce could speak.

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

"I know."

Everyone blinked.

Jason blinked twice.

"That's it?"

"You clearly didn't intend to do it."

Dick looked offended.

"Wait, that's all he's getting?"

Bruce looked at you.

"Can you continue training?"

You tested your stomach and winced.

"...Maybe after a few minutes."

Bruce nodded.

"Then take a break."

Jason rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry."

The apology was so unexpected that the entire room stared at him.

"What?" Jason asked defensively.

Dick gasped.

"Did Jason Todd just apologize voluntarily?"

"Shut up."

Tim pulled out his phone.

"I'm documenting this historical event."

Jason lunged for him.

Tim immediately fled.

Within seconds the Batcave was back to its usual chaos.

You leaned against the wall, still sore but recovering or at least tried to while curling up on the couch