I'm back!

Sorry for the wait, but like I said in the previous chapter, this is a hectic week. I literally didn't even touch my compter yesterday. I'm doing my best. Please be patient. Once school starts, it'll be easier.

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The elevator moved downwards for a few moments and then shuddered and started moving sideways. Nightwing leaned against the wall. "The ride's about three and a half minutes, so if you have any questions…."

"Why do you have a secret gym?"

"And how did Batman know?"

"Why did you not tell us of your secret gym?"

"When do you have time to come down here?"

Nightwing sighed. "The gym has special equipment only for me. I didn't see the point of putting it in the main room if you guys weren't going to be able to use it. Also, it takes up a lot of room. I can't have some of it in plain view anyway because it hints at my ID. It's the only place in or around the Tower that I feel safe taking off my mask because I know it has no cameras or bugs. No one knows it exists; it's not even on the blueprints. It's my private paradise. A lot of the time, when you guys think I'm in the evidence room, I'm really down here."

"But how did Batman know?" Raven repeated.

"He didn't see a certain piece of acrobatic equipment in the gym." Nightwing answered. "He knows that I literally cannot survive without it - I'll start going through withdrawal if I can't use it, and I'll get the fidgets like you wouldn't believe- so when he realized that there wasn't one in the Tower, he knew I had to have another gym. And anyway, I practically grew up in a secret underground cave." Just then, the elevator stopped.

"Everybody out!" Nightwing announced as the doors slid open.

The group looked out at a huge room. There were many pieces of acrobatic equipment scattered haphazardly around the room. Rings, a balance beam, a tightrope- which was not standard acrobatic equipment- a trapeze, and a whole mess of ropes and things that occupied one of the corners of the room. It was obvious that the room was well used; there was a water bottle and towel on one of the benches, posters and pictures hung up on the walls, and the equipment was well cared for but still bore evidence of use.

The Titans were speechless. Young Justice was smiling.

Batman looked around. If they hadn't known better, the others would have thought that he was smiling.

"It looks like your training room at home, although the tightrope is new." He said.

Nightwing shrugged. "Now all I need is Zitka, and I'll be set." He said in a joke that was only understood by a select few in the room. The others were just confused.

Batman's definitely-not-a-smile grew. "They're visiting Gotham soon, you know." He said casually.

Nightwing smirked, seeing right through him. "Of course I'll come visit with you for a little." He said, catching the hidden meaning. "I've missed Gotham."

Batman nodded. "I'll tell A." "No don't! I want to surprise him." Batman smirked.

Once that exchange was done, they noticed that the Titans were staring wide eyed at everything in the room. "Wow, 'Wing, I didn't even know you were an acrobat. Look at all this stuff! Can you actually use all this?" Cyborg asked. "I'm not an acrobat." Nightwing replied. "I'm an aerialist. And yes, I can use every single piece of equipment in this room."

"You've been holding back on us." Raven murmured. "You use hardly any acrobatic when you fight."

Nightwing shrugged sheepishly. "I was trying not to draw attention. Bats would have found me almost immediately if I had used my normal style."

The Titans then looked at the trapeze. "OK, most of this other equipment I can understand." Cyborg declared. "But a trapeze is not standard acrobatic equipment. You can really use it?"

"Better than anything else. I've been using the trapeze for…. well, forever." Nightwing smiled sadly. "It's a long story."

"Wait a second." Beast Boy cried, something catching his eye. "Is that the case? From the race?" He paused for a second. "Hey, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!"

Nightwing rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's the case."

"What's in it?" Wonder Woman asked curiously.

"It used to hold some stuff from my first home." He said somewhat cryptically. "Now, though, it has something different. I changed it after the whole race thing- I'll explain about that later. Wanna see what's in it?"

Several enthusiastic yeses/ nods.

Nightwing reached over and opened the case, revealing its contents.

...which you'll find out next time. Hee hee. I love cliffies.

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