In the dimly lit gym, Dick Grayson moved with the fluid grace of a seasoned athlete as he embarked on another rigorous workout session alongside his confidant. With each controlled motion, Dick's muscles flexed and rippled beneath the sleek fabric of his workout attire, showcasing the sculpted physique honed through years of relentless training—especially his behind.

As he descended into a deep lunge, his form impeccable, Dick couldn't help but notice the way his muscles burned with the familiar ache of exertion.

With a grunt of effort, he pushed himself even further, his breath coming in measured puffs as he leaned into the stretch. His companion, meanwhile, matched his intensity with quiet determination, their presence a silent source of motivation in the dimly lit space.

"Hey, you doing alright over there?" Dick called out between breaths, his voice tinged with playful curiosity. Despite the intensity of the workout, there was a lightness to his tone, a testament to his unwavering enthusiasm for physical activity. With a quick glance over his shoulder, he flashed a grin in his comrade's direction, his blue eyes sparkling with energy. "You're not slacking off on me, are you?"