Blair's POV
I was so bored, I couldn't sleep. Watchtower was pretty quiet most people were either at home, asleep or in their rooms. I decided to head for the gym, it would be mostly empty at this time of night. I couldn't believe I'd been here for 2 weeks and I'm going stir crazy, its fine when someone's around. Uncle Dick taught me how to use a trapeze properly, I'd pulled pranks with Lian and Olive mostly on their dad's and mine.
That'd been fun, I was still to meet the infamous Robin, he'd been weirdly absent from the watchtower for the last few weeks. Olive says he has a bit of a stick up his butt, but he's pretty cool the few times he pulls it out.
I'd been allowed to skype my teammates, only with a league member nearby though, apparently I wasn't trusted to have internet access unsupervised. I can see why. My friends gave me updates Lacy had me settle a debate between her and Ric on wedding stuff, which perplexes me because it never really needed mediation in the first place, their colours had always gone together so they just had 2.
Kate had told me about how annoying the new batch of recruits are, she took over training from Nik and she hates it. She doesn't know how he does it. They're careful not to mention mission details something I'm acutely aware of, in fact all of them avoid talking about Nik whenever possible. I knew my team mates well enough to know that there was something going on that they weren't telling me. They were still in the process of getting clearance for the watchtower, sadly it was taking forever. Batman, I'd learned, was an extremely paranoid son of a beep and that was by my standards. I have a feeling that if my parents hadn't of known him then I probably wouldn't be on this space centre.
Still deliberating about whether that's good or bad.
And for two weeks I have been limited to doing basically nothing, no sparring, no running no climbing, I only got away with the trapeze the because I'd begged and begged. My muscles were getting weak, my body was losing its physical fitness, and I hated it, so I'd taken to sneaking into the gym until I got caught and got escorted out. But I was stubborn and wasn't giving up, at some point someone had to stop stopping me from exercising because I was too stubborn to stop sneaking into the gym.
I pulled on my hoodie, I'd been told no more semi nudity, which I think is completely unfair because have you seen what some of the female leaguers wear? I'll tell you, not a lot. I mean, I think I could go completely nude but I think it might give superman a heart attack, he's very wholesome and all American. My mom would also kill me.
I walk along the corridors slowly, and quietly keeping my back to the wall.
The gym's not too far from my room, and I'm almost there, I can see the weights, the running machines, the corner of a sparring mat. If I was lucky I'd get half an hour.
I get through the double doors I'm greeted by the welcoming sound of the cold air conditioning working on overdrive. I turn toward the sparring mats to see a guy sitting on the gymnastic horse behind the sparring mats. He's munching on an apple with a frown on his face which is half covered by shadows.
"Can I help you?" he asks me
"No. Unless you want to spar?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him.
He thinks for a moment, as if deliberating the pros and cons of sparring with a total stranger. Then suddenly but gracefully he leaps forward on to the mats from his position landing in a fighting stance.
"Let's do it."
I smile and we start fighting. Upon closer inspection of him, his uniform is slightly torn and his face has multiple bruises, I say nothing. The guy is a solid fighter, he'd fit right in with the Adornovicans after a few sessions.
"Are we avoiding the face and neck?" I ask. In Adornovica we don't do this, but all the sparring matches I've watched with my mother coaching they tend to use this rule, which makes no sense to me because in a real fight it's everywhere that needs to be guarded.
"Nah, I don't know if you can see but I'm pretty beat up already one or two more bruises aren't going to make a difference."
I like this guy, not like in a sexual way, but he's a fighter.
We keep sparring even though it's been nearly 20 minutes and we're dripping with sweat, neither of us went in for a kill move very often and when we did they were avoided and countered. Whoever this guy is he's a good fighter. We're still going strong when someone comes in distracting him for a brief millisecond, that's all I need to use to my advantage, I flip him backward, his whole body going down with a thud on the mat.
"Tch. Grayson you distracted me. I call a rematch."
"Well you're not getting one."
"Guys shut up! What are you guys doing in here? Neither of you are meant to be in here, Little D you're injured and Blair you've been told a million times, you aren't allowed to be in here. Your mom scares me a little and she's told everyone to keep you out of here until we learn about the serum." Uncle Dick starts telling us off, starting a lecture on making sure we stay safe, I don't think he does these very often.
"How profound Grayson, however we are not children and can make our own decisions." The grumpy guy says once Dick's finished talking, I'd kind of tuned out the lecture."
"Ok how about this, when under justice league supervision, eg when on the watch tower no coming in here when injured or injected with freaky science voodoo." He says pointedly looking at me.
"Or what?" The boy asks
"Well easy, For D I tell bats, for Blair I revoke your friends guest entry to watch tower, which was just cleared and was what I was coming to tell you."
My eyes widen, and I start squealing like the teenage girl I am, "What? (Oh my God, yes!)" I start jumping around the training room and hugging Dick. "Yes! (Thank you,) thank you, thank you."
I'm so happy I could sing, or do a flip.
I do a flip. Because I'm me the boys just stand there looking confused.
"Did she just start speaking French?" the boy in red asks
"There are however a few conditions."
"Anything."
"You have to have a league member with you at all times, you can only go to the zeta ports, cafeteria and common room. Sound fair, there's a lot of sensitive data on this space centre and although we trust you Adornovicans we just can't risk a leak."
"So the same as computer rules."
"Essentially, yeah." He says laughing as he sees my grinning face.
"Ahh, this is going to be great!"
"Yeah or a disaster, heavy on the dis." He mutters
Wally's POV
I can't believe Blair's friends are allowed on watchtower I don't know how Dick swung this.
It's pretty cool though, I guess, at least she gets to have some normality in her life, that's good I feel a little guilty for dragging her into some place she doesn't know full of people she doesn't know. That includes me, I think she's avoiding me, after all I'm the reason she was dragged away from everything she knows, not the reason it happened so quickly, it just would've happened a little later if she hadn't of been shot. It also kind of sucked she wasn't allowed to leave.
Maybe she'd be little happier when her friends can visit her, maybe she'll actually have a conversation with me. Maybe she'll figure out how to wear clothes. Who knows we'll probably live on maybes for the next few months.
A/N: Hi guys sorry about this being late had a super busy time and hardly any time to write. I don't own anything DC or CN owns, otherwise YJ would still be on tv and Wally would still be alive. Spitfire forever!