GUESSS WHOSE BACK! Yep me. SCHOOLS OVER AND CAMPS OVER WHICH MEANS MORE UPDATES. With and extra long chapter. Guys who have stuck with this all the way through you have no idea how much that means to me. I will always be in your debt. and well I don't want to keep you waiting.

The first thing to do was put on our names or who we would continue there legacy.

"I call Robin!" I yelled. I just thought that Robin was plain awesome, so did Sara but hey I got dibs.

I smiled while it was handed me a costume with the cap and hood on it(like Damain's costume). Sara gave me an evil glare. That I would say would match a Batglare.

"Looks like your Batglare is coming along." I laughed.

"Why do you get Robin?" she asked, with a deadly tone I was use to. Followed with the same glare.

"Because I'm awesome," I smirked, that was the only reason I would give her.

"Fine, but who will I be?" questioned Sara, with little anger now and more disappointment.

"You could be Batgirl," Night replied, with a smile that could brighten the earth.

"Fine," Sighed Sara, but took the costume anyway. "This chick has a bad rep, I never heard a story about how badass or cool Batgirl was." She groaned.

"Just put on the costume, and if you'ev never heard a story then make one" laughed Nightwing. "Oh, and you'll be timed, the fast the better we don't get hour to change and be there we have minutes that are very few."

We walked swiftly to the bedroom looking thing.

"Three...Two...One...Your time starts NOW." Yelled Nightwing, with a excited tone to his voice.

When we got into the bedroom, I took the costume off of the hanger. Then I started to put it on. Their was armor and the fabric was much lighter then I imagined. The costume though was pretty big on me I ignored it along with the pain i had striking my body.

"OMG, this is a dream come true!" I laughed, but there waas hidden sadness in it I hopped Sara didn't ketch.

"Speak for yourself," grunted Sara, wincing as she pulled the tight costume over her ribs. They didn't look so good but she would have to deal with the pain.

I had read about the design of the costumes before, but I never dreamed of putting them on. I saw Sara giving me that same glare at me.

"Dude, think of it like this: you can give her a new rep, Just like Night said." I smiled and tried to make her happy again.

"Yeah, I guess so." Sara brightened up and smile back at me. Then pulled on the mask. "Ugh...When we get home, I'm gonna fix this terrible costume." She groaned.

We were ready in minutes. We walked out and followed NightWing to another room of the cave well I guessed what it was called. It was huge. One half of the floor was flat and smooth, and the other side was littered with boulders. The cave was in the shape of a circle. Nooooonononono, running I thought.

"You guys need to be faster. Now give me ten laps around the cave." He yelled like a drill sergeant.

"Dude, relaxthis is the first time ever that we've tried on our costumes!" I exclaimed.

"Yah, and some of us have BROKEN RIBS I think," growled Sara. giving him the glare.

"Just run the 10 laps." He said in his normal, and a little annoyed voice.

"Fine." I sighed with Sara.

As we started to run, I felt the injuries I had received. But that only made me go faster, knowing that I had been overtaken so easily made me pissed and pissed gave me energy. I was really mad, and pumped with adrenalin. I looked at Sara, and the same feeling was in her eyes. I saw the injury holding her back by a lot. I felt bad for her she was as some point so muc stronger then me. As we finished, Nightwing had us do drill...after drill...after drill... Let's just say I will be dreaming of martial arts and high knees.

"Okay guys, that's it for today," Nightwing said with a smile, their was somehitng in his vocie that i just couldn't connect.

Sara and I looked at eachother, then collapsed from exhaustion.

"Are you okay?" Nightwing asked, his smile faded.

"Yep, we're fine," we laughed.

"Okay, now it's time to go home. Get in your normal clothes." He commanded.

"Oh, and see you next week. Meet you on Monday at your school."

We went into the room and were getting faster already.

"That was fun." I said, igoreing the striking me like knives.

"Yep." Sara replied, and rubbed her ribs. "I'm still pretty sore, though."

"You guys ready to go?" Nightwing asked.

"Yes..." we replied.

Then the unthinkable happened. A knockout gas pellet was thrown in our room.

"I hate him," I growled, with intense anger.

"Me too." Sara grumbled.

"Wait! hold your breath and follow me," I whispered, and breathed out so I would not waste any air.

We held our breath, looking for a vent we could climb through. I saw one on the ceiling. I tapped Sara's shoulder and pointed. She nodded. It was getting hard to hold our breath. It felt like they were on fire, my lungs needed air. I hopped on Sara's shoulders. Since I am short and small, I don't weigh that much. I'm a bit below average, physically that is. It was easy for Sara to boost me to the vent. I tried to get it open, but it was closed tight. I didn't have a screwdriver, and I was getting light headed. I had to breathe or I would pass out from lack of oxygen. Well, I guess that it was a lose-lose situation. If I didn't breathe, I would pass out. If I did breathe, I would pass out.

"I hate him, it's sealed shut!" I cried.

I felt myself losing consciousness. I fell backwards, onto the ground. The hard ground. As the blackness crept into my blurred vision.

I groaned weakly, "Ow."

"Jordan! No!" cried Sara.

Crap. Not again.

( August 5, 2012 2:00 Batcave)

NightWing strapped the girls into the back seats of the Batmobile. They both looked so peaceful and young in their slumber.

"Well, at least now we know that they don't like to lose. If they weren't serious, they wouldn't try so hard to stay conscious. A promising sign, that they won't go without a fight." Observed NightWing.

"Good." Sighed Batman. "I have my hands full with Clayface right now, so you'll be on your own with training them for a while." He gave his old apprentice a sad smile saying that he wished he could spend more time with him.

"I'm good with that," replied Nightwing. "Just as long as I don't have to BABYSIT them, I think we'll be fine." He groaned at the word Babysit.

"Dick, you know that they're thirteen," sighed Batman, "The same age that you were when you first saw Mount Justice. You'll just...have to check in on them every once in awhile. Maybe put a tracer or something on them."

"Oh. Gotcha, will do. And...The tall one...Sara...her parents were killed by Ivy. It was years ago, remember when you went on 'Vacation with Tim' and came back to find that a girl had been orphaned...That must have been her family."

"Is this the Truth?"

"I'm telling the truth, Bruce. That girl has a lot of anger in her. If I were Poison Ivy, I would hate to get in her way."

"Don't let her get angry when you're combat training her. It could get nasty."

"Don't worry, Bats. A thirteen year old couldn't possibly hurt me."

"That's what The Joker said about Tim, and look what happened to HIM."

"Well...for starters, Tim was...um...nine...when he killed the Joker."

"You get the point."

" at least learn fast too."

"Good. Just teach her some annoying comebacks..." He laughed.

"Oh, come ON. You know you LOVED my comebacks."

"Whatever."

"Bye, Bats."

"Until later...Grayson."

Nightwing hopped into the driver's seat and sped out of the cave.

"Crap, he took the car again," Batman sighed.

( August 5, 2012 2:30 Our Back yard )

"Ahhhh!" I sat up, and didn't know where I was, everything was just a blurred mess.

I look around for a few minutes as my vision somewhat cleared.

What? Ow...my back...Oh. I remember what happened now. The an ocean wave it all came back.

"Sara, get up." I yelled In her ear, I hated being alone.

She turned around faster than I had ever seen her move and punched at the air where my head had been a second before. Her fist came down and made a crater-like hole in the dirt.

"Wha...? Who's there? What do you want?" she yelled.

Then, the grogginess left her eyes, and she focused.

"Oh. I'm...in your backyard. Sorry, I had a bad dream. I guess when you fell I thought in my mind that you had died." She said grimly and I saw her push back tears.

"It's fine" I replied, running my hand over the mini-crater. "Um...You may want to...you know...learn how to control your reflexes. You almost took my head off!" I yelled in a joking matter at her.

"Oh...Um...sorry about that," she shrugged modestly.

"So...was that just a dream, or did we really have our first training session with Nightwing?" She was still half in dream land.

"I think it was real." I said.

"Awesome!" She yelled and smiled.

"But I have to fix my costume." She groaned at the memory.

SO that was it hoped you like it and IM BACK.

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