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The training started the next day. Bruce explained everything in the cave to Aliana, told her how they practice, how often they practice, and everything else she needed to know. Nothing more, nothing less.

"First, I want to know what you can do" Bruce tossed her a metal staff leaning up against the wall. "We can start with some sparring."

"A metal staff? It's so unnatural…you really should use wood."

"Wood breaks too easily. This steel is not going to break and it packs a bigger punch then wood. You can do a lot more damage and can easily incapacitate someone with it" Bruce slipped on gloves and waited for Aliana to follow suit. She stopped and looked at him.

"You know the staff was originally used by Shaolin Monks for defense. They were never meant for offensive maneuvers. That's why you would have problems with a wooden one, you aren't using it right" She walked over to the changing area that kind of reminded her of a high school locker room. She picked up a long wooden staff leaning against the wall. "Hope you don't mind I use my own, I brought some of my equipment down here incase yours doesn't seem…adequate"

"I don't need your lecture on how to use one. When I come at you, fight like you normally would; don't hold back" Aliana nodded and the two went flying toward each other.

Aliana couldn't get a hit in no matter how she tried. Front attack, back attack, going in from the side, faking to the left; nothing was working. But he couldn't get a hit on her either, he was able to trip her but she caught herself pretty okay. She wasn't as acrobatic as Dick or as analytical as Tim but she could move like lightning and her actions messed with his head.

"Man, I remember the first time I did this with him I walked away with a few good bruises" Tim leaned up against a wall with Dick talking above the sound of clinging metal.

Bruce noticed her slowing down, her lightning fast moves come with a cost; they take a lot energy out of her. Aliana moved out of the way just in time to block what would have been a pretty bad hit.

From the way she sees it, there are a few ways this could go. There was no way she was going to get him down. She could try to disarm him but his grip was probably way too strong. He said to fight like she would in real life; in real life she would have broken his wrist with the staff and jumped on his back tearing at his mask.

Was it dirty fighting? Yes.

Did she care? Not at all.

She thought of a better way though. When he jumped at her again she jumped a good few feet back. Aliana was barely on the mat they were practicing on. She jumped up and several of her metal blades fell out of the secret compartment strapped to her leg.

Shit, forgot to take them off. This means I can't go any further back or I'll hurt myself.

"Uh oh, looks like she's losing it. See that right there, she faltered" Tim said to Dick.

"Of course she faltered; they have been doing this back and forth for 25 minutes straight. We never lasted this long against him. We were usually on our backs too hurting to get up" Dick laughed.

Aliana saw a great opportunity coming up. Bruce was bringing his staff down so she knelt down and held hers up as if to block the hit. The metal snapped the wooden staff, clean in half. She brought one half down to get him in the legs and when he moved to block it and she hit him across the cheek.

Bruce spun his staff and sent her flying across the mat and she landed on hard on her back.

"You can't pause, even after you've gotten a hit in" Bruce pulled her up. She dusted herself off, and picked up the pieces left from the practice. "You need to conserve your energy, don't use it all up at the first because you'll give them the advantage"

"Well, I figured breaking your wrist would be a little extreme…"

"Maybe you would have done better if you weren't so small" Dick laughed.

"Oh yeah, good idea, let me just grow a foot and gain 100 pounds of muscle" Aliana threw the sarcasm around. "I like to think of myself as fun sized. So what's next?"

"Dick is going to see what you can do gymnastic wise." Bruce replaced the mats and staffs against the wall.

"Yeah, I think Dick would know how flexible she is. Hey, I'm just kid-"Tim had taken a step forward and slipped forward. He looked down and saw the thick substance he had slipped on. "Ummm…Bruce"

"Blood?" Bruce picked up a little metal piece. Everyone looked at Aliana. She noticed the staring and felt her side; she pulled her hand up and saw bright red staining her hands.

"Well, Dang" She pulled the little blades out of her side and held it to stop the bleeding. "I didn't notice that"

"How do you not notice blades in your body?" Tim asked with astonishment.

"I'm just…use to it I guess"

"Come here so Alfred can patch it up, we'll make sure it's not serious" Alfred came following Bruce with gauze and tape. "We'll continue this tomorrow."

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Aliana walked into Jason's apartment at about 10 o' clock at night.

"Sure you can come in" Jason mumbled not moving from his spot in his chair.

"Sorry" Aliana closed the door and walked into the main room of the small apartment.

"So, where have you been? Playing hooker?" He threw the question nonchalantly as he meticulously ate his take-out with little wooden chopsticks.

"Don't you mean hooky?" She asked dropping down on the old brown couch.

"Knowing you, no."

"Ha ha, very funny Mr. Jason-pants." She spat at him, her tone full of sarcasm. "Batman has actually been training the last week. It's amazing but god its tiring" She jumped up and flew to the Kitchen "Got any food you're not currently eating?"

"What? They don't feed you over at Wayne's?"

"All they have is healthy food. Bruce says he wants us to be healthy and fully focused when we train and go on patrol and whatever" Aliana poked around the fridge overflowing with old take-out and pizza. "I'm a teenage girl, I need MSG and calories I my system."

"Well, that sucks." Jason set his 'nutritious' meal down, "Why don't you just quit working with him. You spend all your time training. How can you even know you can trust him? And the oldest boy, Grayson, I don't like him at all."

"Awww, he isn't that bad…he's a little boy scout-ish but I think it's cute" Aliana had a dreamy look in her eyes when she talked about him. Jason knew what this meant and he wasn't happy with it.

"Don't go all lovey dovey with him, you hardly know him."

"I don't know, he seems okay to me"

"Don't trust this guy, Ally. What happens if he does something to hurt you? Please, for your protection just stay away from him. Stay away from the whole bat-family"

Jason was being honest. Ignoring whatever small romantic feelings he had towards her deep down he was honestly just looking out for her. When her brother left it killed her. Her father dying didn't really affect her for a few years but when it did it hurt her so much. Every guy she has ever been with left her or hurt her somehow. She would never show it on the outside but Jason knew her long enough to know deep down it tore her up.

"I think I can look out for myself, thank you" Aliana said getting upset. "Besides you don't know them"

"And neither do you." He said raising his voice a little. She pulled her jacket off and Jason could see the white bandages underneath her short tank top. He grabbed her arms. "Look at you, your hurt"

"It wasn't their fault, it was my own. I wasn't being careful"

"You never got hurt this bad when we were training. Stop this, you can't keep training and patrolling with those psycho's." He held her arms tighter. "What happens when you get killed? Or hurt, you can't protect yourself as well as you think"

"Ow. Fuck off Jason" She spat the words into his face. "I never pegged you as the jealous kind. Is little Jason upset because now he's lonely?"

"It's more than that…I just don't get a good vibe from them" Jason was trying to talk sense into her. "You haven't been the same since your mother died. You're acting insane, right now I think you're a little emotionally unstable"

"What is your problem?! Do you think I'm some fragile little girl who needs a shoulder to cry on? I'm not going to breakdown like you when your gang gun-supplying father and mother were killed. I'm having fun where I'm at, and I don't need you"

Jason knew she was just angry, why? He didn't know, but he wasn't going to let this hurt him. She needed help and he knew it might hurt him more than her.

"Just listen to me" Jason shook her a little, his angering flaring up. His hands lit with a small spark and flame and Aliana cried out in pain. He let go of her immediately. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." She stormed to the door. "No, Ally please I'm sorry. Let me help you"

"No, I think you've helped enough" She opened the door when Jason reached out and gently held her wrist. She pulled it away from him. "Just leave me alone" Aliana said before slamming the door behind her.

Jason was appalled at what he had done. He was so worried about them hurting her, he hurt her himself. Imagining the bright red burns already forming on her arms made him so angry with himself he wanted to cut his own hands off for ever hurting someone he loved.

"I'm so sorry Aliana. But if they hurt you, I swear I'll…"Jason couldn't bring himself to say the words. But he knew that he's tired of seeing people hurt her. He just hurt her, he didn't want to live with himself but he knew that eventually she would forgive him.

If he ever hurt her again, he would kill himself. But if one of those freaks at Wayne manor does anything to her though, he would kill them.

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