“You keep slipping up. You’re making easy mistakes.” -prettyboydickgrayson
Fighting or Sparring: Sentence Starters | accepting
Jason didn't bother responding. He gritted his teeth, desperate to prove Dick wrong. Jason let out a long exhale, dropping back to a solid stance before lunging again.
Dick sighs, dodging the attempted attack and landing a hit against Jason's side. "You're off your game tonight, Littlewing. Normally you're more focused than this." He notes, getting into stance again. "What's got you off tonight?"
Jason still didn't answer.
He narrowed his eyes, letting the sting of Dick's hit wash over him. Because Dick was right - he was distracted. And if nothing else worked, maybe the pain would do it for him.
Jason waited longer to strike this time, but he was still sloppy. Rushed. And left his right side open as he moved.
At this point it isn't even a workout. It feels more like he's fighting a very inexperienced newly-appointed Robin version of Jason. "Jason." He sighs after landing the hit on his open right side. "I know this is how you deal with shit but you're never this sloppy. So what is it."












