Dick's eyes widened, "What!?" Dick got up, and walked to the training simulation platform again. If Jason was up to no good, with a very lethal Damian...There's no telling how many that version of the 'dynamic duo' would kill. Dick turned it the difficulty to high.
"I gotta train pronto, then!" Dick looked at a big thug now. Dick gritted his teeth, he jumped on the thug's back, the thug shook around, but he couldn't throw Dick off. Dick wrapped his legs around the thugs neck, and pulled him down! They both hit the platform, except the thug was unconscious. Dick panted, and got up, holding his side.
He always knew Jason was well, a lethal dick. Jason always was rogue, it's time he was put in his place. And corrupting Damian was worse. Dick knew that in the shape he was in, he'd have to train every morning, every afternoon, every night, every dawn. Every day.
Dick turned the difficulty to extremely high, and now he was looking at a even bulkier thug. He ran at the thug, and threw his fist right into his face! The thug stumbled then kicked Dick in the gut. Dick grunted, he then grabbed the thug's arm and...
*SNAP*
The thug screamed, his arm was now dislocated. Dick then bicycle kicked the thug down. Dick was even more tired. He was out of shape, he needed to get back in the game.
Dick kept fighting the simulations, seemingly getting a little better. But he was tiring himself, and taking hard hits in the process.
At one point, Dick grabbed a thug and kneed him in the chest. He then front-flipped over the thug and turned around. The thug turned around, dazed. Dick did a split in the air, his foot slammed into the thug's face. The thug fell over, knocked out.
Dick fell on the ground, tired. He held his head, gritting his teeth once more. He should've never allowed himself to get this rusty.
"What the hell has happened to me...? Tim, I need a mentor right now, badly.."
