Training(Carrie)

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At school on Wednesday, a small brown haired boy with a funny voice came up to me and says, "Hi! I'm Jakob."

And now I guess we are friends and I met his best friend Lizzie.

They're really nice.

It's been a week.

It's not better.

What is kinda cool is, I guess I'm a superhero.

That's not something I thought I'd ever say.

I haven't fought any criminals or anything yet. I've been in training.

I'm already pretty fit and good at fighting already.

My family and I were always training. They had to do it for their jobs. It was fun bonding.

My family were police officers. Well, my mom, dad and sister were. My brother was still at the Academy.

Damian insists on sparing with me, so I "know how to fight a real fighter". It only took a kick and a pin for him to shut up.

Bruce says my fighting style is undefined and difficult to fend off.

"Is that a good thing?" I ask.

Damian starts to laugh but stops after a moment. "That's a very good thing, Carrie."

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After what happened, I can't sleep well.

At about midnight, I go downstairs to get a drink. I see Dick sitting at the counter. "Uh, hi?" I mumble.

"Hey, nightmares?" He says.

"Yeah." I guess it's obvious.

"Same. Bruce, Cass, and Damian too. Though, I think I've got it worst."

"Oh."

"Wanna see if you can beat me up?"

"I bet I can."

"In your dreams, Kelley."

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