dick had made it his mission to make you comfortable as a titan. you’d helped him and the team, so in his mind he owed you. the past few days hardly felt like a favor though. early morning (really late night) training sessions, and constant pointers that were like a nagging needle in the back, but how could you tell him that?

it was obvious how much it meant to him when he ranted about all the diet changes you needed to make or what fighting style was best for you.donna seemed to think it was funny, saying it was his way of spending time with you and rach and gar only enjoyed watching you suffer.

“that was good.” dick panted, gulping down water before walking back over to you. he was seemingly unaware of your tiredness or your gaze as he adjusted your stance. he stepped back. “okay, again.”