Imagine Book 2

The Training Grounds- Big Barda (New 52)

As requested by AngrySwan! Male Y/N

(S)(m)(u)(t) (W)(a)(r)(n)(i)(n)(g)

The acrid smoke of Apokolips hung thick in the air, its perpetual haze casting an eerie glow over the barren landscape. In the heart of this hellish world, a lone figure stood in the centre of a vast training arena, her imposing silhouette unmistakable even through the smog. Big Barda, former leader of the Female Furies, waited impatiently, her Mega-Rod tapping rhythmically against her armoured thigh.

"Y/N!" she bellowed, her voice carrying across the empty expanse. "If you don't show up in the next five seconds, I swear by Darkseid's grim visage, I'll drag you here myself!"

As if summoned by her threat, a male warrior materialized from the shadows, his own armour gleaming dully in the red light of Apokolips. Y/N, a rising star among Darkseid's forces, approached with a casual swagger that belied the tension in his shoulders.

"Barda, Barda, Barda," he drawled, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Has anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue?"

Barda's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Has anyone ever told you that punctuality can save your life?" She raised her Mega-Rod, its tip glowing ominously. "Now, are we going to train, or are you going to continue wasting my time with your attempts at wit?"

Y/N's smirk widened into a full grin as he drew his own weapon, a crackling energy whip that hummed with power. "Oh, we're going to train alright. The question is, are you ready to finally admit that I'm your equal?"

A bark of laughter escaped Barda's lips. "Equal? You? That'll be the day, little man. Now, defend yourself!"

With a speed that defied her size, Barda lunged forward, her Mega-Rod sweeping in a deadly arc towards Y/N's head. The male warrior ducked, the weapon whistling harmlessly over his hair, and retaliated with a quick flick of his whip. The energy lash wrapped around Barda's ankle, but she merely grinned, using the momentum to spin and deliver a powerful kick to Y/N's chest.

Y/N stumbled back, wheezing but still grinning. "Not bad, not bad at all. But let's see how you handle this!"

He pressed a button on his gauntlet, and suddenly the training ground came alive. Holographic obstacles sprang up around them – walls, platforms, and treacherous pits that shifted and changed with dizzying speed.

Barda's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, you want to play? Let's play!"

What followed was a dance of destruction, both warriors leaping, dodging, and striking with superhuman grace. Barda's Mega-Rod clashed against Y/N's whip, sparks flying with each impact. They bounded off walls, vaulted over chasms, and used the ever-changing terrain to their advantage.

At one point, Y/N found himself cornered against a holographic cliff face. Barda charged forward, her weapon raised for a finishing blow. But at the last second, Y/N dropped to the ground, sliding between her legs and popping up behind her.

"Gotcha!" he crowed, his whip snaking around her waist.

Barda's response was a laugh that echoed across the arena. "Oh, Y/N. When will you learn?" With a flex of her incredible muscles, she snapped the energy whip and spun to face him. "I'm never truly caught."

Their battle continued, neither willing to give an inch. Sweat glistened on their brows, and their breathing grew heavier, but the fire in their eyes only burned brighter. It was clear that despite the fierce competition, both were enjoying themselves immensely.

As they fought, they bantered, trading insults and compliments in equal measure.

"Your form is sloppy, Y/N. Did you learn to fight from a Parademon?"