I'm so sorry this is kind of slowing down again, but I promise the pace will pick up in just a couple of chapters.

Jason thought training would be a breeze; he couldn't have been more wrong. Dick ran each of them, especially Babs since she was the oldest, through everything Batman ran him through on a regular basis. After criticizing each and every one on their kicks, punches, and flips, he proceeded to make them repeat the action until they improved to a suitable level.

"You're absolutely insane, Grayson!" Damian growled, panting.

"You guys did good for your first day." Dick smirked, polishing his R-cycle. "I mean, you did the best job, Little D."

"Little D?" Damian sputtered, fury lighting up within him. Of course, he didn't have the energy to bite or pull hair or in Jason's case, head butt him where it really hurts. "That better not be some form of a pet name—"

"If you have problems with it, why don't you stop running your mouth and try to take me on?" Dick was completely confident he was all bark and no bite.

"Little D, huh?" Tim snickered.

"Don't you start, Drake!"

"Or what?" Tim shot back. "You're going to gut me in my sleep? Yeah, I've heard that before."

"I'll show Kent your secret stash."

"You've been snooping my room?" Tim was just as furious as the little demon, and if Dick hadn't completely sapped all of his energy out with the intense training course, he would have pummeled the brat in to ground.

"Shut up!" Barbara groaned, lying on the floor. She was so done with the ridiculous banter. "Who cares?"

"Welcome to my world, fire crotch." Jason chuckled from his spot on the staircase leading to the exit.

"Hey, you guys signed up for this." Dick reminded. "You can stop at any time."

"Give up?" Damian narrowed his eyes. "You've got another thing coming. We don't quit on anything."

Dick sighed. He was secretly hoping they would find it too difficult and quit. Batman must have felt like this when Dick was first starting out.

"It's late, and I've got patrol. You guys should stretch and think about what your personas are going to be." Dick smiled and dropped a piece of paper on the floor near Babs. "I don't know if you want to stay Batgirl, but I drew up your outfit. It doesn't look as good as the real thing, but I took a couple of art classes, so it's pretty accurate."

Barbara perked up, dragging herself over to the fallen paper and examining it with a huge grin on her face.

"I look awesome!" She cried, giggling and squealing over the details. "I seriously looked like this?"

"You didn't just look the part, you know. Even now you've got a mean left hook." Dick held a hand up to his jaw; he could practically feel the punch.

"Yeah?" Barbara passed the drawing to Tim, who had come over to take a peek. "I'll have to work on that one a bit more."

"Nice!" Tim looked over every detail. "We get utility belts?"

"I survived for a while without mine, but it was hard. It's sort of our super power, I guess." Dick took his off and ran his hands along the grooves. "It's more than just handy."

"Is it voice activated?" Jason inquired, coming to take a look at the Batgirl suit as well.

"Of course. We can't have others using it, the results are… disastrous. Heavy on the dis."

Damian snorted. He'd heard Dick use a variety of made up words, finding it a complete butchering of the English language.

"What does Batman look like?"

"Terrifying." Dick answered easily. "It's Bruce, but it's not."

"His suit is similar, I presume?" Babs looked back at the design of her suit. "Is that his symbol on the chest?"

"Yep. Commissioner Gordon even made a bat signal. You shine it at the sky and when we're out on patrol we know he has a case for us." Dick frowned. "You can't let your Dad know, Babs. Even the you I know never told him."

"I'm a grown woman, Dick. I don't answer to my father anymore." Babs gave him a look. What was she, twelve? She didn't need to be told to keep a secret.

"What about your set up as Oracle?"

"Are you kidding? Batgirl sounds way cooler." Barbara grinned. "It's a good thing I know how to sew."

"I need to get going. You guys draw up something cool and I'll take a look at it tomorrow." Dick hopped on his R-cycle, revved up the engine and drove out through the secret passage he'd just recently installed that led through an empty sewer line and out onto the streets of Gotham.

"I'm thinking red." Tim nodded to himself. "Maybe red and black."

"Those are the exact same colors as Robin. Can't you be more original?" Jason snorted.

"Oh yeah? And what are you thinking?"

"Red."

"Seriously?" Tim shook his head.

"I'm thinking white," Damian grinned, "or black."

"Angel or badass; your move." Jason shrugged.

"Fair enough, Todd." Damian immediately set out to draw his costume. He couldn't draw as well as Grayson, but he'd certainly think of something more dignified than Robin.

"I'm going to get started on my suit. See you tomorrow." Babs waved and hiked up the stairs, entering the exit code. It was a safety precaution in case any criminal managed to find the cave.

"Pick another color." Jason growled after a minute.

"What? You pick another color! I already called it!"

"Your older brother says pick another color or you're going to get a boot shoved up your—"

"I said red first! That makes you a copycat. So go ahead and choose red, but at least I'll be first." Tim smirked, walking off.

Jason muttered under his breath and went to go sketch his own suit. He'd show Timmy exactly who owned the color red.

Scotty1609, I'm not sure what you're asking? Yes I updated? I do this every day? Or are you asking about future chapters? I'm really confused.