Post by robin on Feb 9, 2009 20:15:58 GMT -5
Dick stood in the middle of the makeshift gym, beating the leather bag with enough force to make it look like it had made the boy angry. He kept his eyes on the training aid as it swung away from his body, paused at the height of its arch before making the return swing back toward him. He waited until the optioned moment before placing another well aimed and packed punch, sending the bag back in the opposite direction. He had found himself training more often than now since the earthquake that had destroyed Gotham.
Since the quake, it seemed that crime had risen while the city laid in ruins and full of ruble. He could tell that even Bruce had a hard time getting over the effect that quake had left behind. As if the thought of the man had made him suddenly remember that he needed to practice more than just punches, he landed a well placed kick on the bag as it swung back toward him again. He then caught it on the return journey, and steadied it before reaching for the sports bottle that he had brought in with him to replenish the lost fluids from the sweat he had worked up in the workout.
Since the quake, it seemed that crime had risen while the city laid in ruins and full of ruble. He could tell that even Bruce had a hard time getting over the effect that quake had left behind. As if the thought of the man had made him suddenly remember that he needed to practice more than just punches, he landed a well placed kick on the bag as it swung back toward him again. He then caught it on the return journey, and steadied it before reaching for the sports bottle that he had brought in with him to replenish the lost fluids from the sweat he had worked up in the workout.