After the argument with that short bully of a boy, Leon the one who had been given the damn label "skyscraper" was rather irritated and wanted to let off steam, that boy reminded him of every thug in Gotham, that attitude that made life so hard for him and his mother after his dad had passed away. Muscle bound idiots who ha!f the time didn't even pay him for his curior service, Bullies, Leon hated Bullies. Leon had made his way to the mess hall, and piled on a bunch of food and started eating, once he was finished, he started making his way through the school, of course he dropped off all his stuff in his dorm and then made his way back to the training area he had passed on his walk to said dorm. When he entered he saw quite a few people had already thought of the same thing and were getting ready to train, Leon bumped into someone leaving with their hood up and their hands in their pockets, Leon placed his hand on their shoulder and with the warm kind tone of a leader said, "Don't run off just yet my friend..." He looked around the room and taking in everything realized maybe they were leaving because they had no sparring partner, "If you're alone I can train with you...I was hoping not to have to train alone again..." His accent was a strange but silky mix of light Italian and Gotham streetrat, with a smile he removed his hand from their shoulder, "think about it...could be fun?"