“You’re getting sloppy,” Bruce snaps. He stares down at you, eyes dark with irritation. “I know I taught you to be better than this.”

He’s losing his temper with you. He’s been sparring with you for hours, refusing to stop until your combat skill finally satisfies him, and so far, you’ve done nothing but disappoint him. He’ll keep fighting you all night if he has to, if it means you’ll finally improve like he expects you to.

He steps back into position, his fists clenched and raised. “Again.”