Son Of Gotham (Editing)

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I stared at the weights in a mix of confusion and wonder. I've never really worked out before in my life. I have, however, have seen a lot of movie montages with a bunch of working out scenes so I have some idea what I'm doing.

'Youre a noodle, you need to train' Bruce Wayne called me a noodle. I picked up one of the weights and started to mutter to myself,

"I'm not the noodle," I looked up from the ground and saw that he was watching me in the glare of the computer monitor, "He's the noodle."

I kept going and I started to break a sweat. I didn't like this and I wanted to stop. I wasn't even five minutes into this thing and im already regretting all my life choices. I didn't know what I was doing and I felt embarrassed, but I kept going. I was zoned out of this world and I was in my own. My own world where I never got disowned and where my parents were still alive.

"Need some help there, kid?" A not so familiar voice said.

I jumped up and dropped the weight on my foot. I swore, loudly, and fell flat on my back.

"Didn't mean to scare you that much." The boy said with a laugh and helped me up. He had jet black hair that was past his ears and it hung in his bright blue eyes. He was tall, taller than me, and he was very lean but also surprisingly muscular. He wore a gray tee shirt and a simple pair of black jeans he also has some type of boots on but I couldn't tell what kind they were. He looked really underdressed for this house but I wished I was wearing what he was.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, sounding more mean than i ment.

Before he could answer me, Bruce walked over and shooked the guys hand. The kid didn't look so tall while standing next to Bruce. So I straighted my back so I looked taller.

"Warner, I see you've met Dick." Bruce said with some what of a monotone voice.

I couldn't help but crack a smile. I know I have a bad mind but don't judge me, "Nice to meet you." I said to him.

Dick ignored me and looked at Bruce and they seemed to be having a conversation with just their eyes. Bruce looked back at me after a while of silence, "Keep doing what your doing, it's going... great. I'll be back." He said and the two started to walk off.

I watched them walk to the elevator and leave the bat cave. It was quiet when they left. I realized how quiet it was with out Bruce in here. I left the thought leave my mind and I walked back over to the weights. I looked at the dreaful things and sighed. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a running machine. I walked over to it and turned it on. I ran for twenty minutes or so before Bruce returned without Dick.

The playboy didnt say anything to me and he just returned to his computer. Even though I've been giving the guy shit, it seems he really wants me to train for whatever hes planning. I wiped my sweat with a towl and raked my hand through my blonde hair to push it off my face. I went over to the dumbbells and picked up two twenty pounders and I started to train for the future.