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[acro_bat_ic]

Who: Barbara Gordon, and OPEN
What; Reacting to the arena
Where: District 11 quarters. Also, common area.
When; The final week of tournament
Warnings/Notes: lol this is late. ;; (RL things happened.)

There was a surprising amount of numbness involved in coming back to life. Barbara's eyes opened, but she didn't pay attention to what she was seeing. People were rushing all  around her, but she didn't pay any attention to what they were saying. At some point she got up and started walking. 

Eventually, she became aware of something, beyond the fuzz of people walking by. A dark pulse of energy beating beneath her surface, like a second heart. Harder. Larger. She turned it over idly in her mind's eye, imaginary fingertips skimming across the surface. Anger, pain, hurt, grief. she felt a little sob trying to work its way out of her throat, catching in her sealed lips. She trembled.

Why was this so hard?

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[bratwonder]

This time, Damian let out a huff.

"Ask again and we'll see how well your gymnastics work for you with a broken leg."

And with that, he started off toward the training center. ...he never really was good with jokes. Or teasing. Or anything of the sort.

[acro_bat_ic]

"I bet you talk to all the cute girls that way," she muttered, eyeing his back before moving to follow. She didn't understand why Batman would have picked up someone like this - or revealed their secret to him. Maybe someone else spilled the beans.

She stopped jabbing at him, anyway. Hopefully he knew she was challenging him to an actual match of gymnastics, rather than an out and out spar. A competition of striking targets amid flips was her big thing.

[bratwonder]

He totally does. You know Damian cares about you when he's threatening to break your bones— or something.

Fortunately, the training center wasn't far off, but as they walked, he decided now was as good as ever to start his questioning.

"Tell me about the one who trained you."

Specifically, he wanted to know about the Batman from— well, wherever she was from.

[acro_bat_ic]

...She'll work on your social graces next, Damian. After she's put you in your acrobatic place, and shown what she can do.

"You mean my gym teacher?" Bruce didn't train her. He was good with the punching and the technology - but she was pretty sure she and Robin both could kick his butt when it came to flips.

It was something to comfort herself with when he was training Dick and not training her.

[bratwonder]

"Whatever," he said with a shrug. It didn't occur to him that she meant that literally, either, but hey, he'd figure it out sooner or later, right? Damian left it at that, expecting her to continue.

[acro_bat_ic]

She continued straight into the building, looking for the gymnasium equipment. Or at least an open mat for them to stand on. She was going to test what he was made of.