The training room at Wayne Manor was larger than you expected, filled with various combat equipment and obstacle courses that looked far too advanced for your level. But that didn’t stop Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, from expecting you to be on top of your game.

"Ready for round two?" he asked, tossing you a pair of training sticks. "I won't go easy on you—Bruce never did. But if you want to survive out there, you'll need to be faster."

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your stance. "I know what I’m doing."

"Do you?" he teased, flipping a baton between his fingers effortlessly. "Because from where I’m standing, you’re leaving yourself open for about five different attacks."

You rolled your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. This was supposed to be a simple sparring session, but Dick's energy, combined with the pressure to impress him, made it feel like a full-blown mission. Still, you couldn’t back down now.

You glared at him, heat rising in your face. "Care to demonstrate?"

Before he could answer, Dick swung at you, fast and precise, forcing you to block quickly. His grin widened.

"See? You’re getting better already."

Your hands shake slightly from the force of the blow, which he notices. He chuckled, already again in position. "What can I say? I train people the way Bruce trained me. Besides, if you can’t keep up, we can always downgrade to something simpler. Maybe… dodgeball?"

Just as you felt like you were about to irritate, a loud alarm suddenly echoed through the manor. Dick’s smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. He dropped the training sticks, grabbing his comm.

"Looks like we’ve got company," he said, motioning for you to follow. "Change of plans. Ready for first mission?"