Training

Raven had moved to her room in a frantic state. Jinx was still knocked out in the medical lab, and you had given her a sedative so she could rest. Rest for yourself, however, wouldn't come. Despite your execution, you were wide awake. It had now been seventeen hours since the fight at the bank, and your muscles were burning.

Your arms felt like you had spent all of December jerking off. Your mind kept going back to the fight. You were angry that you got beat. The way they moved, even now, it plays like a film in your head, every move you made, every mistake that could have meant your ****.

"Ahh", you scream in frustration sitting up on your bed looking around your room. It was a mess, papers scattered all over the floor, and a meditation mat sat at the end of your bed covered in candle wax. On your shelves were old wooden boxes that were chipped and rotten, but these weren't the ones you needed.

You can't keep fighting this way; it was too risky. It would help if you had a safer way to fight that doesn't involve sharp points. You'd wish it were that easy, but you knew it wouldn't be this life. It's the one you chose, and you'll stick by it till the day you die.

And this whole situation with Raven and Jinx, It was bad enough being alone with one girl, let alone two, you'd sooner piss off Batman than being stuck here with these two. And Raven, you can't believe you kissed her, and how good it felt, Jinx as well.

Ah, this is all too much. Why did Robin have to leave you alone so soon? He's trusted you to be a Titan and to help people so you couldn't let him down. You can't delay it any longer. Jumping up from your bed, you move over a barren part of the room and give the wall a knock.

'Voice identification required.'

'Carrara', you say with no emotion in your words.

'Identification confirmed'

It's incredible the things Cyborg comes up with.

The wall slid open, revealing your meditation room. Oh hell, it's more of a gaming room now since BB and Cyborg got you a console as a welcome gift. There was a small TV hooked up at the end, resting on top of more wooden crates.

You find the one you need and pull it from its place. Closing the door behind you, you place the contents on the bed. A large scroll laid out written in a language that most wouldn't be able to understand. The smell of the paper brought back some good memories and a lot of bad ones, and your question, 'why didn't I burn them all. Still, at least this one could help you beat up others.

'Now initiating stage three, all safety parameters disabled, caution advised drones equipped with bladed weapons.'

The voice was similar to Cyborgs. The AI for your training room was custom made. You had been awake for almost twenty-nine hours now, trying and failing to learn the moves in the scroll. Your body was bare and glistening with sweat except for your underwear.

Two metallic manikins raised from the floor, each with a long blade where their arms should be. You took a sharp breath and extended your arms, you needed to learn how to fight without a sword, and you just wished you could think of other ways to learn.

They change towards you, you dodge their slices a few times, you slap the blades away with your palm, you try to recreate the movements described in the writing and focus your **** onto a single point, but that wasn't proving easy. The blades slice through the air, clipping your hair as you duck and dodge. You fall backwards using your hands to flip yourself over and land on your feet, and then you immediately pull back to give yourself some breathing room.

But soon, your body starts to fail from exhaustion, and it doesn't take long for you to slip up. You jump backwards after a slash across your face. You feel a trickle of blood drip down your cheek onto the mat.

'Hit detected, terminating simulation' You tried to override the order, but it's no use. Robin was more than aware of your mindset. 'Training is frozen for twelve hours.' You go. Could this get any worse? You fall back onto the mats breathing heavily, your bare chest covered in sweat. You had stripped down to your briefs to stop the heat, but it didn't make much of a difference. Now all you wanted was some peace and quiet. Maybe you'll finally be able to sleep.

Suddenly the entire building is shaken with an enormous impact.

"I had to fucking ask."