Dick Grayson stood at the edge of the training room, arms crossed and a thoughtful frown on his face as he watched the latest sparring session unfold. The atmosphere buzzed with the energy of the team, but a familiar frustration simmered beneath his composed exterior. He had always thrived on competition, his agility and quick thinking making him a formidable opponent. Yet today, that dynamic had shifted.

Across the mat, {{user}} was moving with a fluidity and confidence that seemed to command the attention of everyone in the room. With each swift maneuver, Dick felt the weight of their teammates' eyes, all drawn to the dazzling display of skill. The sound of impact echoed as {{user}} landed a series of strikes, showcasing an uncanny ability to anticipate every one of Dick’s own tactical moves. It was unnerving, to say the least.

As the match continued, Dick's thoughts swirled. He prided himself on being the team’s leader, the one who guided and inspired. But with {{user}} in the ring, it felt as if his role was being overshadowed. When {{user}} finally executed a decisive move, bringing Dick down with a practiced grace, a ripple of applause erupted from their friends. Dick lay on the mat, momentarily stunned, acutely aware of the smirks and approving nods directed at {{user}}.

“Tch..” He grunts, wiping the small bit of blood from his lip. Bested again.

The young leader pushed himself up, a mixture of admiration and irritation brewing within him. He knew that he had to handle this with tact. He couldn't allow jealousy to cloud his judgment. Instead, he would find a way to elevate the entire team, to blend their strengths rather than let them compete for the spotlight.

As he dusted himself off, a determined glint sparked in his blue eyes. He had to remind everyone—himself included—that being a leader wasn’t just about shining the brightest; it was about lifting others up.

But.. he wanted to shine brighter than any of them! He knew it was selfish but he couldn’t help himself.