THE WAREHOUSE

16:07 EST

JULY 9TH, 2016

Nightwing began to walk towards the warehouse. The hot July air after his mission had caused him to work up quite a sweat, and he couldn't wait to get inside to cool off and get a drink of water, when he heard a conversation going on. He recognized the two voices immediately. Bart and Jaime.

"Course I do! Uh, yeah I'll make you feel better." Bart said.

"Great." Jaime said. "Right there."

"Alright, alright." Bart said.

"Ow! What the hell, dude?" Jaime yelped.

"What'd I do?" Bart asked.

"No! You don't hit it that hard, that makes it hurt!" Jaime replied, and then sighed.

"Oh." Bart realized, "Sorry."

"Just get to it." Jaime grumbled, then asked, "You really don't know how this works, do you?"

"Maybe? I'll try harder." Bart replied.

"No! You push it in lightly." Jaime said.

"Okay." Bart said, then took a deep breath.

"That's how it works." Jaime finally said with a breath of relief, letting out a few groans.

Nightwing's eyes widened. Surely they couldn't be...? Slowly opening the door, he peeked through, expecting the worst.

Oh.

Nightwing wanted to slap himself right now.

"Nightwing? What's up?" Bart asked as he temporarily stopped massaging Jaime's shoulder and faced the team leader.

"I just came back from a mission." Nightwing said awkwardly, "I was wondering if anybody was, uh, here."

"Just me and Jaime. His shoulder's sore from this morning's mission." Bart replied, and continued to rub Jaime's shoulder. Jaime let out a grunt of pain.

"Thank god." Nightwing said, letting out a breath of relief.

Both of the teenage boys gave a confused look towards their leader.

"What?" Jaime asked.

"I mean, thank god that you're helping him, Bart! I hate stiff muscles, they're a pain to deal with on your own. Right?" Nightwing asked, letting out a few nervous laughs, "Well, I have to go. Uh, Megan asked me to help with, uh, a martian ceremony. Bye!" and quickly ran out of the warehouse door.

"What's up with him?" Jaime asked.

Bart shrugged, "Dunno."