[I do not own Teen Titans or any characters mentioned in this story. If you squint, this is Jerbin. If you don't, then...Robin just really loves giving honoraries anxiety. Anonymous said: Robin is training the honoraries and he asked for an example partner to demonstrate hand to hand combat. Herald pushes Jericho forward because Jeri is secretly a pacifist with a black belt. This was actually really fun to write.]
It was Jericho's first day training as an official Teen Titan, and he was nervous to say the least. Sure, he could possess people, but what was that compared to being able to fly or become a humanoid torch? What if everyone saw him as weak, and kicked him out of the Titans?
The Honorary Titans were all gathered in a circle in the combat training room of the Teen Titans Tower, all encircling their leader, Robin. His plan was to go over basic maneuvers for today, since most of the honoraries hadn't had real training like he did.
"Alright, don't be shy. We're all gonna get bumps and bruises today, who wants to spar with me first as a demonstration?" Robin asked kindly with a smile, trying his hardest to make the first day as painless as possible.
Suddenly Jericho was launched toward Robin, nearly knocking him over before the blonde whipped around to glare at Herald's shit eating grin from shoving him forward.
"Oh, uh, Jericho! Um…" Robin began before getting close to Jericho and holding a hand up to his mouth so that the others couldn't see what he was saying.
"Are you sure about this? I mean with your uh, height and-"
Robin never got to finish his sentence. Jericho was filled with a new sense of anger and pride, being edged on for being called short. Jericho was called many things in his day to day life, but he was completely convinced that he was not short, he was just vertically challenged. Besides, he only looked so short because every Teen Titan was unnaturally tall due to their powers.
Jericho had gripped onto the hand that Robin had over his mouth and yanked the poor leader around, holding his hand painfully behind his back and cracking his shoulder some, and holding one of his feet behind him so that he couldn't move. Robin yelled in surprise for just a moment before Jericho released him, letting the bird land on his face painfully.
You were saying? Jericho signed with the smuggest, largest grin Robin had ever seen on him. It looked…nice. Robin liked that look on Jericho.
Robin also wanted to punch Jericho hard enough to knock it off. He wasn't about to admit defeat to an androgynous pygmy who was barely tall enough to be called a teenager and whose outfit consisted of a man-dress tunic.
Robin looked up and he saw how every single Titan in the room was completely in awe, staring flabbergasted at the tiny little mountain boy who'd just taken down their courageous leader.
"A-Alright, alright. That wasn't exactly fair, I didn't know you were swinging already. This time, on the count of three." Robin said, getting just close enough to Jericho and raising his fists in a boxing like position.
This time, Robin swung at Jericho first. Jericho dodged the teen wonder's fist and caught him by his forearm, swinging him around in a circle and using Robin's weight against him before he slung Robin three feet away.
Robin stood up with a grunt and a twirl of his arm and shoulder, wincing at the pain growing there. Robin tried not to growl at the smug smirk on Jericho's features, the boy standing politely in the same position as before.
At this point, Robin was actually starting to have some fun. It wasn't just anybody that could outmatch Batman's prodigy, and Robin was about to finally get a real training session.
Alright, he thought to himself, new tactic.
This time Robin charged head on toward Jericho, and Jericho ducked before slinging him so that he landed on his back with a loud crack! that was drowned out by the cheering of other Titans.
By the time Jericho and Robin were too exhausted to fight anymore, Robin had been tossed sideways, upside down, and backwards bent on the floor, his sweat rolling into his eyes at some points and his excited grin never leaving his face even once. Jericho had definitely won at thirty nine to zero, but Robin had never felt happier to finally have someone good enough to spar him.
"Jericho…" Robin panted in all his sweatiness.
"…wins, for today." Robin finished.
Jericho whipped around when he saw everyone cheering him on, especially Pantha and Herald. Jericho smiled wide and joyously.
Jericho finally fit in somewhere.
[Short n sweet. Read and Review please!]