Disclaimer: I do not own TT but I do own Razor McKlan and Mark and a few other characters.
A/N: I want to try a new style. Tell me if you like this style better or the others.
In the training room was Razor swinging his sword. With each swipe he panted for air as his body was weak. The others had saw him up but quickly left him in peace. None of them had seen him slip out. He swung his sword in a single motion before reaching with left hand to his thigh and drew one of his guns. Imagining an opponent, he danced as if the gun was a melee weapon and swung it in unison with his sword. He stabbed his sword in the ground and pole vaulted off of it to kick the punching bag.
As he landed, he spun around to knock the moving red target with gun while at the same time he brought his sword up from the ground upside down and slashed through the bag. The sand poured out of the bag like a waterfall. With a sigh he stabbed his sword into the wooden floor before drawing his right gun and moved to a large mat surrounded by a bunch of small bags of sand hanging by ropes from the roof support beams.
Taking a deep breath, he unleashed his dark power around the mats to cause them to fly around violently. As they came toward him from all directions he started to swing his guns like a mad man striking the bags of sand to keep them from hitting his body. Very surprisingly he seemed to be quite skilled when it came to using the guns as blunt weapons, yet it was clear that they were long range weapons and not close range as a birdarang flew and struck the left gun out of the Dark Knight's hand causing him to get hit by a bag, knocking him to the ground.
He rolled off of the mat before getting up as he was out of the range of the bags and looked at the direction the birdarang came from. There stood Nightwing at the doorway in his costume. "You shouldn't be here training, so, head back to your room and rest."
"I can't" The knight replied as he held out his left hand and his gun flew off the ground and into his grasp.
"Why?"
"If I don't train then I'll never catch up."
"Catch up?"
"I must catch up to him. If not then I have broken my vow and let their sacrifice go to a waste."
"Who's?"
The one eyed knight realized who he was talking to so he did what he always did. Acted like what he said was not of their concern. "No one." He walked over to his sword and picked it up.
A jolt of pain shot through his gut as he sheathed his blade. A pain that he felt throughout the whole training session but ignored until now. Stepping toward the door, he brushed passed Nightwing who quickly grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around.
Before he knew it he was against the wall with Nightwing grabbing him by the coat. "Look. Who's them!"
"It doesn't concern you."
"It does, because from what I've seen is that whoever them are, are controlling you."
"What does it matter to you."
"We all have our secrets I know. But yours slowly killing you. Something I don't want to happen. You are important to the team. Important to Raven."
"As if." The trench coat clad knight broke from Nightwing's grasp and started to walk toward the door.
"Tell me one thing. Does it have anything to do with Mark?"
He stopped and stared at the floor, in thought, before responding, "Tell me why you're fighting to protect everyone. Not the half ass answers like 'because it's the right thing to do' or 'because I want to' but the answer you keep to yourself deep inside. An answer few know yet none can find out no matter how great of a detective they are."
"What?"
"Answer my question before I answer yours." With that, he walked through the door and into the hallway.
A/N: I want to try a new style. Tell me if you like this style better or the others.
In the training room was Razor swinging his sword. With each swipe he panted for air as his body was weak. The others had saw him up but quickly left him in peace. None of them had seen him slip out. He swung his sword in a single motion before reaching with left hand to his thigh and drew one of his guns. Imagining an opponent, he danced as if the gun was a melee weapon and swung it in unison with his sword. He stabbed his sword in the ground and pole vaulted off of it to kick the punching bag.
As he landed, he spun around to knock the moving red target with gun while at the same time he brought his sword up from the ground upside down and slashed through the bag. The sand poured out of the bag like a waterfall. With a sigh he stabbed his sword into the wooden floor before drawing his right gun and moved to a large mat surrounded by a bunch of small bags of sand hanging by ropes from the roof support beams.
Taking a deep breath, he unleashed his dark power around the mats to cause them to fly around violently. As they came toward him from all directions he started to swing his guns like a mad man striking the bags of sand to keep them from hitting his body. Very surprisingly he seemed to be quite skilled when it came to using the guns as blunt weapons, yet it was clear that they were long range weapons and not close range as a birdarang flew and struck the left gun out of the Dark Knight's hand causing him to get hit by a bag, knocking him to the ground.
He rolled off of the mat before getting up as he was out of the range of the bags and looked at the direction the birdarang came from. There stood Nightwing at the doorway in his costume. "You shouldn't be here training, so, head back to your room and rest."
"I can't" The knight replied as he held out his left hand and his gun flew off the ground and into his grasp.
"Why?"
"If I don't train then I'll never catch up."
"Catch up?"
"I must catch up to him. If not then I have broken my vow and let their sacrifice go to a waste."
"Who's?"
The one eyed knight realized who he was talking to so he did what he always did. Acted like what he said was not of their concern. "No one." He walked over to his sword and picked it up.
A jolt of pain shot through his gut as he sheathed his blade. A pain that he felt throughout the whole training session but ignored until now. Stepping toward the door, he brushed passed Nightwing who quickly grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around.
Before he knew it he was against the wall with Nightwing grabbing him by the coat. "Look. Who's them!"
"It doesn't concern you."
"It does, because from what I've seen is that whoever them are, are controlling you."
"What does it matter to you."
"We all have our secrets I know. But yours slowly killing you. Something I don't want to happen. You are important to the team. Important to Raven."
"As if." The trench coat clad knight broke from Nightwing's grasp and started to walk toward the door.
"Tell me one thing. Does it have anything to do with Mark?"
He stopped and stared at the floor, in thought, before responding, "Tell me why you're fighting to protect everyone. Not the half ass answers like 'because it's the right thing to do' or 'because I want to' but the answer you keep to yourself deep inside. An answer few know yet none can find out no matter how great of a detective they are."
"What?"
"Answer my question before I answer yours." With that, he walked through the door and into the hallway.
