Robin knocked on Avery's door to tell her that it was almost time for her individual training. There was no answer, so he knocked again; once again, no answer. He was confident that Avery was in her room, considering that her room was the last place she could be. With less patience, he knocked on the door once more. His trained hearing picked up Avery speaking quickly in a language that wasn't English, and she sounded pissed.
Without a second thought he hacked her door and walked in. The door to the adjoined bathroom was open and the light was on. From his position, Robin could see Avery standing in the bathroom, still in her pajamas, with her hand clamped to her neck. As he walked closer he could see that half her hair was trimmed back to just touching her shoulders in a jagged fashion and the other half was down to her shoulder blades like it had been yesterday. Well, he noticed that and the fact that she was bleeding through her fingers currently placed on her neck.
"What are you doing?" Robin practically yelled as he rushed into the doorway to the bathroom.
Avery jumped and swiveled to see Robin standing there, even with the sunglasses, she could tell his eyes were wide. Once she calmed herself down from the initial scare she glared daggers at the bird.
"I was trying to cut my hair, but my hand slipped," She gestured with her free hand at her neck to give a clearer picture of what occurs when a hand slips.
"How does your hand just slip when you're cutting your hair?" Robin questioned as he leaned against the doorway.
"I will get back to you on that." Avery hung her head slightly in embarrassment. Even she didn't quite know how it happened, although she'll blame it on daydreaming.
Robin looked down at his feet and asked, "So how long is it going to take for your neck to stop bleeding like a broken dam?"
"Another couple seconds," She estimated. Then she pulled her hand away to show the last of the cut mending, "Done."
Avery washed the blood off her hands and tried getting it off her neck to the best of her ability. After a minute of trying to get it all off she gave up and decided to just take a shower later, along with throw away her pajama top due to the brand new red stain. So she continued with cutting her hair, ignoring Robin to the best of her ability.
"What language were you speaking?" Robin asked to break the silence. Batman had made his protégé learn a few languages, but whatever Avery was speaking wasn't one of them.
"Polish," She replied as another snippet of hair fell to the floor.
"What were you saying?"
"I was cursing myself out for my own stupidity."
"Glad we're on the same page, Sunshine." Robin smirked.
"Hardy har har, you are hilarious," Avery deadpanned as she sent a glare back to Robin through the mirror.
"I try my best."
"Shut up, Birdie." Avery snipped the last bit of her longer hair off. Her hair was now in the same jagged, short fashion that she preferred. "Why are you here, by the way?"
Robin quickly remembered why he even was standing at Avery's door a few minutes before. "Just a warning to be ready for your individual training."
"How much longer until it starts?" She questioned as she grabbed the dustpan she had ready to sweep up all of her trimmed hair.
The bird leaned back to see Avery's alarm clock, "About seven minutes."
"Let me guess, the person leading the training does not like to be kept waiting?"
Robin flashed a grin, knowing full well who was there to lead the training. "You could say that."
Avery stopped with her sweeping and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Well thank you for only informing me now."
"You're welcome," Robin started to leave. "You might want to clean that up;" He gestured to his own neck in reference to the blood on Avery's, "Not quite sending the greatest message with all that blood."
"Oh, get out already," Avery swatted at Robin's legs.
"Don't need to tell me twice." Robin walked away, the door to the bedroom closing behind him.
Avery rolled her eyes and hurried up with sweeping up the rest of the hair on the floor. Honestly, no matter how quickly training was approaching, it couldn't just be left there. Once she was finished with that she checked the clock, five minutes left. With a quick decision she decided to hop in the shower and hope she was on time for training.
.:Back to Life:.
Batman stood in the center of the gym room, fiddling with his own holo-computer as he waited for Avery to show up. Nightwing was already there, chatting with Robin. Batgirl was in Gotham, enjoying her day off. It was also Robin's official day off, but he was still at the Cave.
Robin called up to Batman, "Remind me why you're leading her training again?"
"I found her, I have to train her. At least that's the League's deliberation."
After a few minutes Avery sprinted into the room. Her hair was dripping onto her dark blue hoodie. "Am I late?" She breathed out.
"By forty-three seconds," Batman declared.
"You are not going to count that against me, are you?" Avery hoped aloud.
"I am," Batman decided.
"You have got to be kidding me," She mumbled, mostly to herself.
"Not kidding at all, and since you had such a great time running here, how about you keep it up?" He pointed to a treadmill off to the right. "It's programmed already; all you have to do is run."
"Wonderful," Avery muttered as she trudged over to the machine.
As soon as she stepped on it, it began to move. It went quicker and quicker until it reached a constant speed that Avery was struggling to keep up with after a while.
"How much longer?" Avery asked between necessary breaths.
"Another ten minutes," Batman replied.
Avery stopped talking and focused on running. When the treadmill shut off suddenly she fell off it. So she just lay there, on the gym floor, catching her breath.
Batman nudged the teenage girl with his foot, "Get up, we have to move on."
"Can I just have a minute? I am trying to keep my lungs from lighting on fire, thank you very much," Avery tried to wave Batman off.
"No; get up."
Avery grumbled a few choice curses, but got up none the less. "What now?"
"Combat training."
"I have to fight you?" Avery squeaked.
"No, you're going to be fighting Nightwing."
Avery felt like kicking herself. "Why did I sign up for this?" She muttered angrily.
"You can figure that out later," Batman said and waved Nightwing forward.
.:Back to Life:.
Bart sat on the couch, watching a nature documentary on koalas while munching happily on Chicken-Wizzies.
Avery walked into the room a few minutes into the documentary. The first thing she did was walk over the kitchen and down an entire water bottle. Then she came into the living room and collapsed in one of the chairs.
"How did training go?" Bart chirped.
"I would rather be back at the camp than do it again," Avery placed an arm over her eyes to block out the light of the room.
"Was it really that bad?"
"Yes… and I have to do it again the day after tomorrow."
"Have fun," Bart teased.
Avery will fully admit to throwing a pillow at Bart's head for that comment.
A/N: Hey there reader, what's up? Well yeah, here's an update, have fun. Don't kill me if it sucked, I've been having a few off days lately. The poll is still open for Avery's romantic fate, so go vote. Go on, go. I think I'm about done here. Have a nice day and all that jazz.
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