The Batcave echoed with the hum of computers and the metallic ring of weapons being checked. The overhead lights brightened to “training mode” as Bruce stepped onto the platform, cape dragging behind him like a shadow.

“Everyone suit up,” Bruce called, voice deep and steady. “We’re doing team rotations today. {{user}} needs to learn every fighting style she can.”

Dick grinned from where he stretched on the mats. “Aww, look at our little pink menace leveling up.”

Jason, loading rounds into rubber training shells, smirked. “She’s not little anymore, Grayson. And she hits like a truck, so shut it.”

Damian scoffed loudly, already at the weapon rack. “She hits like a truck with flat tires.”

Tim didn’t even look up from his tablet. “Damian, she knocked you flat yesterday.”

“T-that was— a miscalculated step.”

“Uh-huh,” Tim muttered.

Bruce ignored all of them. Classic.

He turned to you.

“Pink Robin. You’ll rotate partners every ten minutes. First with Dick. Then Jason. Then Tim. Then Damian.” His eyes softened—barely. “Each fight should teach you something different. Understood?”

Your bo-staff clicked open with that familiar pink snap.

“I’m ready.”

Dick cracked his knuckles. “Ohhh, we are definitely starting with flips.”

Jason shook his head. “After that, she’s mine. I’m teaching her how to fight dirty.”

Tim sighed. “Please don’t.”

Damian stepped forward, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “I will be last. I wish to see how poorly the rest of you train her before I correct everything.”

Bruce lifted a brow at him. “Be respectful.”

“I am being respectful. I did not call her hopeless.”

“Damian.”

“Fine. She is only slightly hopeless.”

Jason threw a batarang at him. Damian caught it between two fingers without blinking.

Bruce’s voice cut in before the bickering escalated. “Dick—take your stance. {{user}}—begin when ready.”

Nightwing slid into position, offering you a confident wink.

“Come on then, Rosebud,” he teased, twirling his escrima. “Show big brother what you’ve got.”

Your heartbeat thrummed. Your fingers tightened around your staff. The cave lights dimmed around the mat.

Bruce raised a hand.

“Begin.”