The gymnasium wasn't a room I had gone to very often when I was just the technical analyst, so it was strange for me to crave the exercise to relieve the stress that was built up inside me.

When I was a teenager, the idea of wearing a sports bra and no shirt was horrifying. Now, my body seemed designed for it.

Sweat rolled down my stomach and onto my yoga pants as I kept myself hoisted up on the rings. I flipped out of the rings, landing softly on my feet. A smile tugged at my lips. I used to only dream about being as acrobatic as Dick.

Wanting to try something else, I made my way over to one of the hanging punching bags. I threw a few punches and swung a few kicks, but it didn't give me the same feeling.

I glanced around the gym. I wasn't ready to be done, but I didn't think I would be able to find another activity. That's when my eyes found the swords rack on the other side of the gym.

Smiling, I walked over to it, inspecting the weapons it held. A pair of sais caught my eye and I picked them up out of curiosity. They felt good and balanced in my hands, twirling easily and without effort.

I went to the panel next to the rack and prayed that the sandbags I had once seen Dick use were still in function. After pushing the button, I smiled as I watched two rows of sandbags hanging on ropes lowered until they were about six feet above the ground.

I attacked the bags like a cat with balls of yarn. As my muscles worked on their own, slashing and spinning their way through and around the bags, my mind was free to wander.

I thought of how, though being alive again was a miracle, my presence was upsetting everything. Though my old teammates welcomed me with open arms, the newbies were cautious of me. They had a right to be with these other new members just dropping from nowhere.

I kept arguing with myself whether or not to go see Abby. She was my best friend and I missed her so much.

And then there was Roy. I missed him and wanted him back, but I also didn't want to be the cause of a broken home for Lian. It took me years to stop blaming myself for my own parents' divorce.

I slashed at the last sandbag with full force.

As I huffed, I looked around to see the floor covered with white sand.

"Crap," I moaned. "Dickie's gonna make me clean this up."

"And why wouldn't I?" I turned to see Dick leaning against a gymnastic log. He assessed the damaged I had caused and laughed. "Wow. You're no longer spicy, you're lethal."

I smiled. "I'm getting used to it myself."

Dick's eyes land on the weapons in my hands. "Interesting that you're handy with a sai."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

Dick raised an eyebrow. "Don't you remember? That's Cheshire's weapon of choice."

I looked down and stared at the sais. I remembered a time when Kaldur and I were discussing the balances in the world.

"To keep the balance, everyone has an opposite," Kaldur explained.

"I'm pretty sure my mom is my opposite," I grumbled. I had gotten in a fight with her earlier in the day over going and seeing my dad. I didn't really want to, but mom believed in "personal time."

"You are never related to your opposite," Kaldur countered, "but everyone meets their opposite." Kaldur pauses. "I fear for the day that you meet your opposite."

I scrunched my eyebrows together. "Why?"

Kaldur gave a crooked grin. "It should be explosive."

A question popped into my head. "You don't think it's possible to get along with your opposite?"

Kaldur shook his head. "Never. There is such thing as 'too opposite'."

I smiled. "Well, I'd love to meet your opposite."

Kaldur had gone on to mention that opposites always had a connection.

Could jade be my opposite? Very.

Roy could definitely be the conflicting connection.

"Life's funny that way," I said out loud, but really to myself.

"It hasn't been very laughable from my point of view," Dick whispered.

That reminds me… "Dick, we need to talk. Without superpowered beings around to overhear."

He nodded. "Alright. Where do you suppose we go?"

I smiled. "Why don't we go get some ice cream?"

Dick sighed, remembering old times. "Yeah, because that when so well the last time."

I rolled my eyes.

"That was five years ago, Dick." Things most certainly have changed. I'm not going to be the damsel in distress anymore. "Just go get changed. Last thing we need is tomorrow's tabloid headline reading 'Nightwing gets mysterious new girl.' You are a dog after all."

Dick shook his head. "Haha. Every funny, Sullivan."