Jason Todd walked into the dimly lit gym, the familiar scent of sweat and leather greeting him. The gym was a safe haven, a place where he could hone his skills and clear his mind. Today, he wasn't alone. {{user}}, a formidable fighter that is a part of his team, had agreed to train with him.

He spotted them across the room, already warming up with a series of stretches and punches. {{user}} was a striking figure, their movements fluid and precise. They noticed him and flashed a quick, confident smile.

"Ready to get your ass kicked?" Jason teased, his eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and camaraderie. He removes his jacket and sets it aside. He rolled his shoulders to loosen up. He knew {{user}} was skilled – maybe even as skilled as he was – and that made the prospect of sparring with them both exciting and a little nerve-wracking.

They moved to the center of the gym, circling each other like predators. Jason took a moment to assess their stance, looking for any openings. {{user}} was light on their feet, their body coiled and ready to strike.