Faye Feng → Dick Grayson ✔

Basketball

Dick did not think Faye would be as fast as she was.

It wasn't that Faye wasn't physically fit. Her arms and legs were toned, and Dick deduced that she probably visited the gym she owned only a few floors away from her room at least thrice a week. However, Faye was small. She was below average height by quite a bit, and yet...

Miss Taylor, a muscular woman in her early thirties, was pleasantly surprised at her new student's abilities. "You're quick," she commented, as Faye skidded to a halt. "Where did you learn to sprint like that?"

"I like running," Faye answered nonchalantly, as if she hadn't just dashed across the field. She had finished in tandem with Marie Harding, whose long legs almost went beyond Faye's stomach. "That's about as fast as I get though."

Miss Taylor hummed thoughtfully. Then, she turned to the rest of the class, who had already begun to buzz about Faye almost beating Marie Harding, who argued that Faye had been whole seconds behind rather than about to overtake her.

"Alright, we're going to play some basketball." Miss Taylor clapped her hands. "Get into teams of two and grab a ball. We'll do a few quick drills to warm up before we get into a game. Hurry up! Move it!"

Miss Taylor blew her whistle, and the handful of students that had been shuffling towards the cage containing the basketballs shuffled just a little bit faster. Dick was the first one to grab the leather ball, and tossed it to Faye, who caught it without any trouble.

"Have you played basketball before?"

Faye rolled her eyes. "Just because I was born into wealth doesn't mean that I've never broken a sweat."

Dick grinned. "I just thought that your servants would do the running for you when you go to the gym."

Her laugh was sharp and light, reminding Dick of a throwing knife. "Oh, you're one to talk. You're going to inherit Wayne Enterprises."

Wayne Enterprises.

Dick's stomach squirmed. Recently, he'd been prone to reacting like that whenever the thought of Bruce's legacy was mentioned – Bruce's, not Batman's. He didn't know why, especially since he hadn't had issues with it before, but Faye noticed. She raised an eyebrow.

She was about to say something, when Miss Taylor cut her off:

"Alright, boys head to the left of the gym and girls head to the right. Group yourselves into teams of five and I don't want to hear anyone fighting or anyone being left out. Let's get going!"

Dick watched Faye turn around, holding in a sigh of relief as he watched her go. He wouldn't be able to continuously dodge her question that was no doubt coming, but this left him some time to fib. And if he was lucky, maybe the game would take Faye's mind off whatever she had been about to say.

Faye walked towards the group of girls, scanning the people she knew. She knew Sammy Briggs, Marie Harding and Barbara Landon by name, but the others...

"Seems fair, right?"

Faye turned to see the redhead that Dick had been sitting with earlier at lunch standing beside her. "What's fair?"

Barbara gestured to the two other girls that Faye vaguely remembered from the photos displayed on Gotham Academy's website. "Jackie and Sandra are both on the athletics team. Marie's the best at cross-country and Sammy's on hockey."

"We'll manage," Faye said dismissively. "Just because three of them can run fast doesn't mean that they're good shots."

"What about you?"