After the last fight, Becca and Sam were not to keen about training. Going through walls as well as “sorting out their difference” as Black Canary put it made one very sore. Not only that but Batman, the Dark Knight himself, had decided to watch the training. Which meant the two already sore heroes, were going to die before the day was out.
“I don't want to do this,” Becca grumbled as she walked with Robin.
“Next time, don't get into a fight.”
He obviously had no sympathy for how sore she was.
“He had it coming.”
“That's what you said last time.”
“Stop making excuses. Why can't you two get along?”
“He tried to steal my scythe!”
“You said that two.”
Becca growled as she walked ahead of him. Today is going to be horrible. The room seemed to shift a good fifty degrees when Sam and Becca spotted each other. The glares they gave could have melted a wall from Belle Reve prison. They both turned when Black Canary began to speak.
“Okay. Today, you'll be free fighting. Which means anything is your to use, any fighting technique is your choice, and you can hurt them as much as you need to to make them fall. But Batman has chosen your sparring partners. Let's begin.”
Batman looked at the team.
“Shade and Red Revenge will go first.”
An uneasy feeling settled over the group as the two partners seemed only too glad to continue their battle. Becca stepped onto the platform, eyes gleaming mischievously. She seemed confident and relaxed. Not a good sign. Sam looked just the same was as they waited for the training to begin. As soon as it did, all Hell broke loose.
Becca and Sam used every trick possible. Both were holders of shadowy pasts, which made them both excellent fighters. It showed during this battle how talented they were. Sam was definatly stronger than Becca was, but Becca was faster and more agile than he was. A battle of opposites. It could take hours. At least it would have if Sam hadn't tripped and accidentally pushed Becca over. They bonked heads as they went down, causing even more pain. The floor flashed it's grade and Becca, not even waiting for Sam to get off of her, stood.
“That doesn't count!” She exclaimed. “It was an accident!”
“It was free fighting, Shade,” Batman explained. “Anything goes.”
Becca's body stiffened but she walked out of the room, a blush on her cheeks. When she had gone down, she had accidentally kissed Sam's cheek. She walked to her room as calmly as she could, body shaking with rage. When she shut the doors, the others only had to wait a few seconds before they heard a crash. Sam, meanwhile, stood. He was feeling quite proud. Even if it was an accident, he had beat Becca in a fight. That was a good award. Unless you were on her bad side. He, too, left. But no one mistook the heat in his cheeks as a consequence of the battle.