Hello and welcome to my new, slightly relaxed fiction. This is just for fun, and will be updated as I feel like it, so don't expect it too often. Enjoy.

Oh yea, I don't own anything but my memories and my fantasies.

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Trina walked into the Dojo just a little more curious than normal. She didn't usually go to class today. She'd been active both taking lessons and helping new students learn the basics. Trina really liked helping the new people, since it made her the center of attention and got her a lot of respect. Trina liked being respected. She was only a brown belt, and only recently at that, but that meant she was getting closer to her goal. There was a complicates series of belts representing levels and sublevles and Trina had worked for years to get where she was as a first degree brown belt. Still, in only another one to two years she could get her black belt. A couple of years later, with the second degree belt, she could start teaching MMA to others.

The style mixed a lot of other styles, including striking techniques as well as grappling and throws. Trina liked to focus on the striking. Still, it was designed mixing two styles of Kempo, Jujitsu, Wrestling, and a little Muay Thai to make an all around respectable style that was equally effective for self defense and competition. Trina loved it the most because none of Tori's little crowed did it, so they couldn't tell her how bad she was. While her sister practiced things like hambone, Trina had found she could excel in Martial arts.

Of course, eight years Is a long time to train, but unless you're a total fanatic, that's how long the average brown belt takes to get to her rank. Trina didn't see it as wasted time. Trina had heard direct training for high potential fighters could get belted faster, but it also meant fighting in one of those steel rings, and that wasn't her style. 'I may look adorable in anything, but a body cast still doesn't go with my complexion.'

Trina liked the Dojo for other reasons. The trainers were all men, and a lot of the guys who came in were good looking. All of them wanted to impress the pretty girl. If only Trina didn't follow the rule of not dating from within the Dojo. Still, she was admired, and that helped her every time something happened to bruise her ego.

Today was special. Mike, the head trainer, had called her in. He was her favorite, ever since Adam had moved away. The other instructors Trina knew about were Kevin, Stan, and Richie. The school had a policy of referring to their instructors by either Teacher, instructor, or in informal settings, by their first names.

Of the instructors, mike used to compete professionally and had the belts to prove it. Stan also competed professionally, while both Stan and Richie worked as trainers for professional fighters. And of course, Adam had been the sparing trainer to two world class fighters. 'Some day I've got to find out why they called him batman?' Trina thought.

The school had three locations, two for profit and one at a youth center that helped inner city kids get out of the gang life. Stan taught at the community center because the kids respected him for competing. MMA was popular with kids in the gangs, as well as those trying to avoid or get out of the gangs.

Mike was waiting for her, ushering her towards his office. "Trina, how are you today?" He asked.

"I'm good. I was wondering, could I help with the youth classes again? I like working with the kids. They just worship me." Trina said, a smile dominating her face.

"I never tell you enough how much I appreciate your help. Some day You'll be a great instructor. I can't tell you enough how much that means to me." Mike was buttering her up. Trina knew when he was doing it. He wanted something.

"Okay Mike, Whats up." Mike started to feign hurt at the blatant lack of respect. "You want something, so don't give me that."

"Okay, here's the thing. Stan is training for his next bog fight, and we need someone to cover the community center classes for the next couple of months. I know you're not a black belt, but the only person I have who fits the bill is new to hers." Mike sounded nervous.

"So you want me to go along and make sure she doesn't, I don't know, kill them?" Trina thought she was joking, until she saw the look on mikes ace. "Who is she?"

Trina didn't know all the students who trained here, but unless she was trained individually by one of the others, then it had to be someone Trina had seen at least once in the last eight years. Of course, if the girl was from the inner city, or gang related, then it's possible she'd never seen her.

"Batman's sister. She's still trains with him, and Richie was working with her when she fought professional. Used the ring name of Mandy Walker." Mike said.

Trina had heard of Mandy. Girl fought six matched in five months, winning all but the last one. She dominated the local league, but couldn't hack it when, desperate for a challenger, the big league world organization payed for her to face off against Shelby Marx. Mandy lasted almost the full first round, but when Shelby reversed her ground and pound strategy into a triangle choke, had to tap out. Trina could act unimpressed, or could remind herself that almost no one lasts a full round with Shelby Marx.

Trina followed mike into the office, anxious to see this girl who, according to Richie, could have beaten the chap if she didn't freeze once she had the girl grounded. Her excitement turned sour when she waled in and saw her. Her sisters friend, Adam's half-sister, and the overall pain in her ass, Jade West.

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Maybe we'll hear from jade in the future.

I bet no one knows why Adam is called batman.

Reviews are welcome. It may even inspire me to write more...