The roar of the crowd echoed through the arena, the energy electric as competitors prepared for their next event. Athletes stretched and adjusted their equipment, their focus razor-sharp. Jason Todd leaned back in his seat, looking thoroughly unimpressed, arms folded across his chest as he glanced around the bustling venue. Next to him, Dick Grayson was practically vibrating with excitement.

“I still don’t get why I had to come,” Jason muttered, his voice carrying a slight Spanish accent. He gave Dick a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. “You could’ve fanboyed on your own.”

“You’re missing the point, Jay,” Dick said, gesturing toward the stage where athletes were beginning to take their positions. “This isn’t just about CrossFit. It’s about her.”

Jason sighed, following Dick’s gaze as a name flashed on the jumbotron. When the camera landed on you, the crowd erupted in cheers. You were standing at your station, adjusting your gear with a determined look on your face, completely unfazed by the attention. Your name was on everyone’s lips, and it was clear you were the favorite to win this heat.

“There she is,” Dick said, his tone practically dreamy. “The best competitor out there. Strong, graceful, confident—and look at that smile! She’s amazing.”

Jason smirked, shaking his head. “You’ve got it bad, hermano.”

“Of course I do. She’s perfect,” Dick replied, leaning forward in his seat. “And when she wins, I’m going to introduce myself.”