Sparring practice Who: Dinah & Oliver What: Sparring! Where: Wildcat's Gym, Gotham When: December 2012, the day after this Rating/Warnings: Most likely just some unresolved tension! Notes: I have a strawberry daiquiri. Who wants some?
Dinah wasn't expecting the billionaire to be awake at 9am or that he would remember or care to keep their plan to spar together. She wasn't expecting it in the least, but she did have a standing appointment with her Uncle Ted at 8:30 for practice.
Practice. Ha. Ted very rarely went easy on her, though that was exactly what she wanted. He'd taken charge of her training ever since she'd discovered a sonic scream ability in a rather unpleasant accident that left her best friend at the time half-deaf. Temporarily, thankfully. Her scream had grown in strength as she'd learned control, and she was very grateful for that control. Ted's training had had a pretty big part in learning control. Learning hand to hand combat and the control required for using her body in specific ways had helped in learning how to control her voice as well. It was all connected, after all.
Dinah fell into an easy workout with Ted. They had sparred often enough that they could predict each other's moves. Of course, she'd recently started branching out to studying other fighting styles so she had a few moves that he hadn't yet memorized. That helped bring her almost equal to the former world champ as she traded punches and went on the offensive, making it her goal to drive Ted back into the corner.
She won the match, but only barely. There was a small part of her that wondered if Ted had given it to her, even if she knew that she'd grown in skill since she first started training. She turned, triumphant, to seek out a towel and some water.