Survivours (Jaydick)

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Jason kicked his legs into the air from where he sat on one of the cleared metal tables within the Batcave. His training for the day was over and he'd already showered and changed clothes. He left, against his own will, while Bruce and Dick did a training fight match together on the mats. Jason wanted to stay behind even in his sweaty state and watch the pair since it's rare he gets to see the two in action in the cave, but both had sent him to the shower's before he gets sick from getting too cold by his damn sweat. 

Jason was returned an hour ago, washed, cleaned, dried and dressed but the two was still going at it. Taking a couple of five-minute breaks before returning to a new match and beginning their joint training all over again. It seemed the training was finally coming to an end as the two stepped off the mat and headed for their awaiting water bottles that Alfred had refilled at some point without any of them noticing. 

"How did you learn to fight?" Bruce asked as he held his bottle in one hand, his other arm resting by his side while he stared towards the young boy in front of him. 

Dick finishes the mouthful he desperately sucked out of his water bottle before slowly lowering the bottle away from his lips and finally lifting the end to his forehead to help cool himself down a little. 

"I learnt from watching other fighters. Met a lot of criminals where I use to live and watched all their different styles of fighting. I simply copied what I saw and practiced using it in my own style" Dick answered with a small shrug as he rested his free hand on his hip and didn't think much over his fighting style that wasn't fixed on a single fighting style.  

"Some of those moves could-" Bruce sternly started to state being cut off quickly by the other boy. 

"Kill somebody? Yeah, I know. But I turned those moves I stole into my own style that worked for no one but myself. I'm not willing to kill anyone and I know when to hold back a hit or a kick. I'm not a killer" Dick asked with a raised eyebrow, a knowing shine to his eyes and his inner walls raising up as he already understood where their conversation was about to go. He told his own side without any hesitation as he fiddled with his bottle, never being good at keeping still even during serious moments. 

"Would you train quicker if you were around more experienced fighters than just myself? You've got enough skill to survive on the roofs already and I've seen how well you've been handling Gotham beside me. I think you need to learn from other's as well if you're better in a people filled environment" Bruce replied with, throwing a curve ball straight towards Dick's face while he was preparing for as fast ball of threats, disapproval and accusations. 

"W-Will I have to leave here?" Dick stuttered back with wide eyes and his face falling pale at the thought of being sent away. Over leaving Jason behind without any say in the matter. He expected Bruce to lecture him over his fighting style being too wild or dangerous but not for him to send him away instead. 

"No. There's a team for young heroes. Old sidekicks who'd stand as Justice league standing once they're old enough and better experienced. I think you should join with them a couple of nights in the week. Learn to work with other's better and learn from them. I'd help you stand as a better hero as well" Bruce calmy explained after taking a sip from his own water bottle and kneeled down before Dick to be more eye to eye and show how honest he was over the team and wanting to help him become a better hero.