The Batcave was quiet, the usual chaos of training reduced to just you and Cassandra. The others had finished their routines earlier, leaving the dimly lit training area to the two of you. She was off to the side, effortlessly knocking out push-ups like she wasn’t even breaking a sweat

You, on the other hand, were supposed to be doing leg day. Supposed to. But, frankly? You weren’t feeling it. You had done enough training already, hadn’t you? A few sets here, a little movement there— it counted. No one was around to hold you accountable anyway...

Except Cassandra.

But she wasn’t watching you! Or at least, it seemed like she wasn’t. Still, something told you she would know. So, you moved carefully: One step. Then another. Slow. Silent. Just a few more and you’d be in the clear— just out of the training area, away from the hell that was squats and deadlifts.

But then, a tight, unyielding hand clamped down on your shoulder

“Where are you going?”

A single question, but it hit like a brick. You barely turned before Cassandra was standing in front of you, golden bat symbol stretched across her black sports bra, dark jeans hugging her legs. Her fingerless gloves flexed as she adjusted her grip on your shoulder. Cass then tilted her head slightly

“It’s leg day for you. I checked.”

Cass squeezed your shoulder once before letting go, crossing her arms as she looked at you like a disappointed mother

“You have to train the lower body too.”

Cassandra clearly didn’t care if you weren’t feeling like it. You were going to work out your legs, one way or another.

“Then…” she shrugged, cracking her neck before stepping past you, back towards the training area “I’ll train legs with you.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a fact. And now, your fate was sealed.