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Attitude
Beast Boy flipped, Damian's foot passing under him, then landed on his feet and one hand, lunging and throwing a punch of his own, his fist missing by a hair's breadth before Damian's knee crashed into his gut, dropping him to his knees.
"You're pathetic," Damian said. "Maybe if you would spend more time training and waste less time sitting around with the freaky witch girl, you might actually be able to challenge me."
"Watch what you say about Raven," Beast Boy warned. "You will most definitely not like what happens if you make me mad."
"What, you'll hit me?" Damian smirked. "You can't even get close."
Beast Boy shoved himself up, stepping forward and contorting his body around a punch, delivering his own into Damian's side. Damian grunted in pain, lifting off of the ground a couple inches before Beast Boy spun, jumping and slamming a foot into his side, launching him off of the small raised platform they were sparring on. He flipped off of it himself, swinging a guillotine kick at Damian who rolled out of the way, only for Beast Boy to kick off the ground behind himself with his back leg, slamming the other foot into Damian's chest, throwing him. Damian flipped backward, skidding to a stop on his feet as Beast Boy stood.
Damian smirked, wiping a trail of blood from the corner of his lips.
"Alright," Damian nodded slightly. "That wasn't half bad."
Then, he sprinted forward, Beast Boy meeting his charge. Damian swiped at Beast Boy, his legs both ready to kick. Clearly Damian had adapted for Beast Boy's last attack method. Instead, Beast Boy jumped over the punch, flipping forward and slamming an axe kick into Damian, dropping him to the ground before punching downward at him. Damian rolled out of the way then spun back the other way, kicking him backward, hard. Beast Boy flipped, landing on his feet just in time to catch Damian's punch, growing into a guerrilla and lifting him off the ground, his free hand catching both feet, holding him sideways. Just as he began to pull lightly, Damian yanked, slipping his hands free and grabbing Beast Boy by the head, flipping and pulling his legs free before dropping to the ground and spinning, tripping him. As Beast Boy crashed down, Damian leapt onto him, placing the katana Batman had given to him on his throat.
"Yield," Damian snarled.
"Never," Beast Boy said, becoming a fly and slipping out from under Damian then growing back to his normal size, foot crashing into Damian's head like it was a football.
Damian flopped to the side and Beast Boy stepped back, narrowing his eyes.
"That's it," Nightwing said. "You win Beast Boy. Why didn't you do that last time?"
"A lot of reasons," Beast Boy said. "This kid's attitude is annoying."
"Just wait until he realizes that he lost," Cyborg smirked as Cassie, now called Black Bat, walked over. "Hey girl. What's up?"
Cassie ignored him, staring wide-eyed at Damian.
"Don't worry Cassie," Beast Boy said, stepping up onto the observation platform. "He's alright."
Cassie nodded as Batman walked over, waking Damian up with smelling salts.
"Hey freak, I want a rematch!" Damian spat, standing.
"Your rematch is against me," Batman said. "We continue until you surrender."
"And what happens when you surrender?" Damian asked.
"Let's see about you surrendering first," Batman said.
With that, he threw a roundhouse kick. Damian ducked under it, standing and punching at Batman's abdomen but Batman swatted the punch aside and drilled his knee into Damian's face, dropping him. A moment later, Damian was awake again, growling.
"Rematch," Damian snarled.
"The fight's not over," Batman said. "You haven't surrendered. Have you?"
"Never," Damian snarled, flipping to his feet and striking at Batman rapidly.
Batman blocked everything for several seconds until a punch drilled into his jaw. He stepped backward and Damian jumped, superman punching at Batman only for Batman to step out of the way, his own fist crashing into Damian's gut. Then, Batman axe kicked Damian down into the floor, knocking him out again. As they watched, Damian woke up swinging again and again for around ten minutes before finally being too far gone for smelling salt to wake him up.
"He did pretty well," Beast Boy noted, Cassie staring at him. "Batman won't train anyone who isn't willing to keep getting up, no matter how impossible the task may seem. He doesn't accept quitters."
"Your turn," Batman said, staring at Cassie.
She stared at him worriedly for a moment before straightening and nodding. Then, she ducked under the railing, dropping to the sparring floor and picking up Damian, carrying him to the others, then returned, readying herself. The fight started out much better than Beast Boy or Damian's attempts. Cassie had seen Batman and Damian fight, so she already knew he was fast. She seemed to be able to read body language, as well, allowing her to predict Batman's strike before he threw it. Instead of being knocked out instantly, she was able to last almost a minute each time by dodging his strikes. Finally, though, she too, was unconscious.
"Beast Boy," Batman said. "You and Nightwing together."
Beast Boy nodded, dropping into the ring with Nightwing, shifting into an octopus to lift Cassie out of the way then shifting back, readying himself. Batman nodded and he and Nightwing charged, Nightwing with his bo staff and Beast Boy bare handed. Big mistake. Within seconds Beast Boy was lying on the ground, groaning, and Batman was standing over Nightwing with Nightwing's own bo staff to Nightwing's throat.
"Not good enough," Batman said. "Again."
He threw the staff aside as both titans stood. Then, they charged again, attacking Batman. Batman fended off their strikes for several seconds before catching Beast Boy's kick and slamming him into Nightwing, throwing both.
"Better," Batman said. "But still not enough."
"That's because we're trying to defeat the amazing Batman," Nightwing grumbled, pushing himself up. "No one beat Batman."
"Here," Batman said, tossing a pair of black eskrima sticks with glowing blue ends to Nightwing, who caught them and stared at them. "They connect into a bo staff and can function as stun rods."
Nightwing grinned, nodding and flipping them in his hands as Beast Boy pulled his gloves off, floating them to Raven who caught them, raising an eyebrow. Then, Beast Boy lowered his hands to his sides, flexing them as his fingernails grew into claws.
"You've been practicing partial transformations," Nightwing noted, eyes not leaving Batman.
"I figured it'd be helpful," Beast Boy said. "Gotta say, it's got its advantages."
Then, he and Nightwing charged, Beast Boy speeding ahead and slashing at Batman as he passed, then spinning and slashing at him again. Batman sidestepped the first slash, turning after Beast Boy and stepped backward away from the second, then to the side, allowing Nightwing's eskrima stick to hit Beast Boy in the shoulder, electricity shooting over his body. Beast Boy dropped, convulsing, and Nightwing spun toward Batman, chasing him, swiping rapidly. After several seconds, Beast Boy stood, entire body shuddering, then charged.
As he neared Batman and Nightwing, Batman flipped over Nightwing's eskrima stick and kicked him in the head, finally knocking him out, then picked them up. Just as he turned toward Beast Boy, Beast Boy's fist crashed into Batman's jaw. Batman's head snapped to the side but there was no other reaction. Beast Boy backed up a step as Batman's head slowly turned back toward him, the energy generators on the eskrima sticks shutting off. Then, Batman spent a good thirty seconds beating Beast Boy senseless with them before knocking him out.
"Excellent progress," Batman noted as Raven healed Beast Boy's numerous broken bones, biting her tongue to keep silent and fighting to keep her rage under control. "Still not fast enough, but getting better."
"Maybe if you would train him instead of just beating them into a coma they'd make progress," Raven finally growled.
"The best way to learn is by doing," Batman said.
"No," Raven said. "This isn't learning. In order to learn, you have to be taught. You're doing nothing but using them as punching bags."
"Perhaps you failed to see Beast Boy fight against Robin," Batman said.
"That's because Beast Boy used his powers," Raven said. "And at the bank, he showed the skills that Nightwing taught him. Not you! You haven't taught him anything besides how hard you can hit!"
"Raven," Beast Boy said, pushing himself up. "Batman. No offense, but I'm not fighting you again. Raven's right. You haven't actually taught me anything. I'm grateful for everything I've learned since I got here, and I'm grateful for you allowing us use of your home. I'm even grateful for the physical training you forced on me. But I'm not going to let you use me for a punching bag again. I'll help train Damian and Cassandra, but I'm not training under you anymore."
Batman stared at him. Then, he nodded once and turned, walking away. Nightwing walked over, looking impressed.
"I don't think I've ever seen anyone stand up to Batman like that," Nightwing said. "Even Joker. I'm impressed."
"Thanks," Beast Boy sighed. "I've just grown tired of needing to be healed every fight I get into."
"You do seem to have made a habit of that," Nightwing said. "Anyway, I'll train you some more tomorrow, but for now, go relax and make sure your telepathic powers don't go out of control."
Beast Boy nodded and he and Raven left the room, heading back to Beast Boy's room and laying down on the bed. Within a few minutes they both were asleep.
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