I walked back into the Watchtower with a laugh. I'd left Flash so that he could go home and he'd listened to me ramble on and on about everything from after the Thanagarian attack to now. Really, he is the only reason I'm staying here. The others seem...less willing but he wanted me here, just like he wanted everyone here I suppose.
Now, I just want to sleep.
I yawned and walked toward my room, the silence of my walk made me wary and I spun on my heel, coming face to face with Batman. "You still do that, huh?" I asked with a lazy smirk.
He let just the tiniest of smirks show. "No, I will always do that." Batman became serious just as quickly as the smirk slid into place that it would make any question if it were even there. But I knew that smirk too much not to notice it and I think he even knew that. "We need to talk," he stated.
I sighed and flicked my hair behind my ear. "Do we really? Right now?" I asked, though it sounded more like a whine. "I am tired and full from a gallon of ice cream I shared with Flash, which means he ate most of it."
"Training room. Five minutes," he said, turning around and walking off.
I glared at his retreating figure. "When I'm tired and full of ice cream. Great time to train," I grumbled.
I continued on to my room. Though probably because of that exact reason that he's making me do this. I quickly changed into my training outfit with a yawn, grabbing my mace and hanging it on its place on my wall. After, I walked off to meet him in the training room.
Walking in I was surprised to see Bruce Wayne standing in the middle of the sparring mats and not Batman. I walked up, eyeing the billionaire curiously.
"What's going on Bruce?" I asked.
"Training," he stated. "You'll be sparring me."
I blinked, "I've been training everyday and you choose to train the night I decide not to train?" I put my hands on my hips. "Why?"
His answer was a swift kick to my stomach. I grunted and bent over a little before springing back and upper cutting him. He spun from the hit and then used his momentum to spin, kicking at my head. I blocked with my forearm.
It seemed like hours had passed while we sparred over and over again. I finally fell to my butt, breathing heavily from the fighting. Bruce sat on a weight bench guzzling some water. I fell back and lay on my wings, staring up at the ceiling.
"You never answered my question Bruce," I said.
He let out a breath when he'd finished the water. He glanced over at me, "Flash told me about the incident with Boomerang," he said. "You should be in more control and this was to see how in control you were. A few times I questioned if you wanted to smash my face in and end this but you reined it in at the last second."
I glared at the ceiling. "Who doesn't have a moment where they don't have control?"
"Superman," he stated matter of factly.
"That is not true and you know it," I say, pointing at him. "You just don't want to gloat, because the only good answer to that would have been you. You're the toughest man I know Bruce, human or other. You can handle a lot and even better, you can deal a lot."
He just stared at me for a moment before standing. "You need some rest Shiera. Goodnight," he said, walking off.
"And he says goodnight, just like that," I roll my eyes and get up.
"Was there something else I was supposed to say?" He asks, turning to look at me a little.
"No, no," I said. "Just go to bed Bruce or go stalk the streets of Gotham. Whatever it is you do. Goodnight." I waved him off and for a moment he stood there. I wondered what he wondered but said nothing else until he left the training room. "I'm such an idiot. He's nice and then I pretty much toss it back into his face. Smooth move Shiera," I grumble and head off to my room.