(Finally redoing! Take care of yourself, and have fun!**

They’d been training for a good while now. Jason was sitting on the acrobatic equipment, even though it was meant for Dick and he had no clue how to use it, watching Gar and Rachel. Dick walked back into the training room, looking more exhausted than Jason thought he should be. Jason had landed in a good kick to the jaw last sparring session. Which, on any other day, would’ve made him ecstatic.

But Dick was… obviously, just plainly not ok. He kept zoning out, focusing on things that weren’t there. And Jason was tempted to figure out what was wrong with the former Robin.

All four of them picked up Bo staffs. Gar and Rachel worked together while Dick and Jason worked. At the beginning, Jason tried making some small talk, but after Dick simply remained silent, he gave up.

Again, Dick was focusing on nonexistent things. His eyes kept flicking to the corner of the room, as if someone was stalking him. And it started making him a little nervous. Dick was pushing both of them beyond their capabilities and comfort zones, even after Rachel and Gar were already done. Dick rarely over-pushed himself, but he seemed oblivious to that fact.

Jason attempted to sweep the leg, and when that didn’t work, to hit close to Dick’s throat, in hopes to break him out of… whatever he was doing… without success. Dick shoved the wooden barrel from his neck and, with two quick movements, disarmed Jason and forced him back so strongly that the younger fell to his back. Dick’s Bo staff was millimeters away from his throat.

All four of them froze, and Dick “snapped back”. He pulled back, dropping the Bo staff. Jason stood up and stared at Dick in shock, and a little bit of anger. “What the Hell, man?!”

Dick hesitated, staring at Jason for a moment, before turning around and moving to put the Bo staff up. “Training over. For now.”

Gar and Rachel glanced at each other before leaving. But Jason wasn’t having that.