"Team, gather 'round," Nightwing commanded, "We're training."
"Ugh. We trained for six hours on Wednesday," Beast Boy complained.
"Yes, and today's Friday." The older boy responded. Gar groaned. His training schedule was relentless. The only day he didn't train them was Thursday, and only because that's when Black Canary trained them. They were surprised they ever got any sleep.
Superboy had thought the Black Canary's training had been hard. She was an amazing fighter, and trainer. But she had been nothing next to their former Robin. Superboy could handle the running, swimming, team training, basically everything except piloting. he was fine with sphere, and fine at the actual flying (ironically, considering he couldn't fly himself), but, M'gann was the one who help with flying the bio-ship. He could feel her breathing down his neck, waiting for him to make a mistake. The only thing worse than that was tracking. He was fine with it, although it was physically, and mentally, exhausting.
Nightwing, allowed half the team to go anywhere on the in, on, the mountain, and in the surrounding ocean and land, and hide. Or run. The goal was not to be by any means necessary, short of killing. The other half had to find them, and somehow get the to the kitchen, which he thought had been a way to keep Wally out.
Try finding Beast Boy as a caterpillar on the underside of a leaf. Or M'gann as a squirrel. Or L'gann 30 feet below the ocean surface.
But at least they didn't do it very often.
"Fine I'll train, but no tracking. It's just awful." Gar finally responded.
Nightwing smiled to had probably the easiest time with tracking, to tell the truth. Plus, He'd already planned their training."We're doing tracking." The whole team groaned.
Tracking was worse, somehow than aerobatic training. Nightwing just didn't seem to understand the body wasn't meant to flip and turn like that.