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A (not so) Quick Work Out [open]

When not working a particular shift at a department, and when taking a 'break' from work in general, Tim was prone to doing some working out and training. If he was going to be out of any one of his departments, for any given time, he might as well spend it keeping himself in shape and his body honed. It was productive and sometimes it could help him think. And it was certainly better than spending any pauses he had by idling. He couldn't afford to do that.

As Red Robin, it was easiest to just work out in Hydroponics, if he were doing straight up working out, practising with his staff and enjoying the more open feeling. He'd set up training runs and he could work with weapons in relative seclusion. In those instances, he would focus more on balance and take a calmer, slower route, using the lesser muscles and doing more work with the finer aspects of martial arts.

But, from time to time, the simpler ways to work out (as opposed to running simulations of gang wars, target practise, weapons training, etc) had a lot of merit themselves. Plus, sometimes it was nice to work out without being weighted down by leather and kevlar, which was a luxury he couldn't always afford on the ship. In those cases, Tim would be brought to the Sensoriums, where he could use the simulations to call up a virtual gym. Plus, the locale had the added bonus of him being able to use the illusory capabilities to hide that he was maybe a little too well muscled for a teenaged social worker, and it could cover up any questionable scars that showed. He could play the role of a normal, active teenager, there, easier than elsewhere.

For the time being, Tim had called up the scene of a gym, sports equipment scattered for him to use as he might. And it was good that, in a moment's notice, he could change it all over again-- to an ice rink for a more literal cool down, or to a field, for instance. A little lonely, playing alone? Tim certainly didn't mind. It was an effective enough workout, if nothing else. Tim stretched whilst he ran over the options in his mind.

((ooc: Feel free to join him as either RR or as Tim. c: And if you want anything in specific, just let me know!))

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Tim nodded to that. "I'm familiar with a few of them," he said. Personally, at that. But he wasn't going to get into details, especially not without prompting. "I guess 'heroes' falls pretty firmly under the list of people that Stacy wants for this mission."

"We were still working on getting official sanction and the basics started up, then. It was more a gathering to see where we stood, and where we'd be starting." He nodded. "Practise outside of any sessions, of course, is crucial."

He stretched out, setting one end of his staff on the ground as he watched her for a moment. "Are there any particular styles you might want to practise now?" he asked.

Oh, she just bet you were, Tim. But of course, Hit Girl knew she had to keep her mouth shut when it came to this kind of stuff. Time wasn't supposed to know who she was and vice versa.

"Except when she suddenly throws someone inexperienced with fighting who at least knows what the hell they're doing. There's always a lot of different people that fit the hero category, though its safe to say some could use a bit of help getting there."

She nodded. "Anticipated that, of course. I've been doing that since I got to this dump. Gun play, kips, strength building, all of that. Guess you could say I'm always looking to take what I have and refine it."

She shrugged. "Simply sparring session with the staffs, you and me. I'm trying to get better at it."

Tim nodded. "It's not necessarily all physical, though certainly in battle that's ideal. But diplomacy, strategy, intelligence-- none of those can be taken for granted, either." There was a reason he was trained in more areas that simply physical prowess. He was skilled, but he had balance.

"Good," he said. "if you want to succeed and to get better, that's essential. You can never be happy with where you are-- you should keep building."

With another word on the topic of sparring, he simply nodded again, an invitation for her to come closer, and lifted his staff back up. It was his weapon of choice, one he'd trained with and used for years now. He was interested to see how well she would fare.

"Yeah, I've seen that myself. Some people can be pretty damn useful when they put their minds to it. Me, I'd prefer if more people would get off their asses and try to actually get involved. It's not that hard to get invested in what's happening, right?"

She grinned. "You're right about that. Now, let's get going, you and I. You're pretty spry, I can tell. This is going to be an interesting match."

Hit Girl took the invitation. She walked over, steadying her staff. It had been awhile since she used it as her primary weapon of combat, but now she didn't have to hold back: she could be as forceful as she wanted.

"You'd think so," Tim replied grimly. "But everyone has to play to their strengths. If they do something, there's not much we can complain about."

Tim's expression turned a bit more mischievous at that, and he nodded. "We'll see how it goes," he said. He was, of course, confident, and it showed-- but he had a feeling she was still going to put up a good fight. He readied his staff into a more defensive position and waited, watching her through the lenses of his cowl.

"Yeah well, I prefer something decent and concrete to a half hearted something. If somebody dies in the process of finding themselves, what are they gonna say? 'Sorry, I fucked up?' I don't think so."

Oh, she remembered reading how Tim had taken down that fucker, it had been called Robin's revenge for a reason. But Hit Girl was far from being a slouch: she had learned from her fight with Aqua a few thing. For one, she had a better grip on her staff, and when she moved, her body was quick precise and flowing. She started with a swipe to to the abdomen, but faked and went for a hit to the leg, the staff's hold now with both hands, one at the lower end and the other midway to emphasize the hit, all the while her hands ready to switch positions.

"Can't argue that," Tim replied. "A little more would be desirable."

She was pretty good. Tim stepped back and to the side, turning his body to be a smaller target. At the same time, he brought the staff down hard, straight, a move to block the staff regardless of how high she hit. He forced his staff forward and up, aiming to knock her off balance.

Hit Girl was in her element, and knew all too well how Robin moved. She didn't know enough to anticipate his moves, but she did knew how to block his moves, once he started to advance on her and readjust to match his opponent.

It was at this point she knew she had to spring into action, because he might try to dominate on the high ground already. Once she saw that he was making himself smaller, she was up on the defensive, matching when the staff came up at her, keeping it at level and then, with a burst of speed, aimed low, toward the feet.

Oh, she was very good, especially for her age. She had a good degree of intuition-- Tim cut off most of those thoughts. He could evaluate more after it was over. No use getting himself distracted.

His skills and experience meant he wasn't going to let himself lose. Tim launched into a spring the second he saw her movement, up and out of the way. At the same time, he brought the end of his staff down hard in a jab.

Hit Girl was glad for Morgan now: the way he taught her to breathe gave her a burst of air she needed, and a little more momentum if she was going to really get active. He rolled out the way at first, but he was coming back for a hit, that was clear.

It was what SHE would do.

And that jab wouldn't touch her because once her feet were planted on the floor, she'd have used the staff to give her leverage for a boost, and, bw in hand, went for a hit straight to the head. That burst of speed, which had been elusive before was instantaneous now: Hit Girl, after all, had gtten better.

Hm. She was even faster than he expected, considering she was a (presumably) normal human girl. He'd have to ask her about her training from before the ship, later.

He landed, and reacted as quickly as possible, considering he'd not quite assumed she'd respond that promptly. He made a note to keep his confidence in check.

Tim ducked his head quickly, back and down, and he felt her staff graze his cowl, the thin layer over his head. It gave him pause for a second, a little thrown off at how close he'd come to getting a lot worse than that, but he quickly used his lowered state to swing his leg out in a sweeping kick.

Hit Girl wasn't about to let up, not now: she knew he was Red Robin, whatever he called himself, and he was good. She wanted the chance to actually have a serious spar, not some little half hearted fight. After all, she knew he was good, and she wanted to see how well she could do in comparison.

And he was doing exactly what she expected when it came to going for a head shit: he'd try to go for something to keep her off balance. Luckily for her (REALLY LUCKY) she had been working on her balance, and when the leg came, her feet was a blur: she hopped quick enough to avoid the hit, and came forward with a hit to the chest. She was more than pleased to see she had gotten just that fast, but it was stuill a match for sparring, not speed.

On the bright side, Tim didn't have any intention of pulling punches with her-- while there was a difference between sparring and seriously fighting, of course, he had long since learnt that age was not necessarily a variable in experience, and experience and dedication were the important factors in skill. She was just as capable of being good as anyone else-- after all, he had cases like Damian to compare to, as much as he didn't like his 'brother.'

Tim smiled faintly even as he fought, pleased with her reaction time. He brought his staff up quickly to defend his upper body, while he was still low to the ground, forcing it up quickly against her own staff again before he was back on his feet and ready for the next move. She was fast, that one of her major assets, it seemed. But she was also young and small. He went for an attack from above, downward and on an angle backwards, giving her less room to escape. He'd see what she'd do for that.

Hit Girl could he now he was taking her seriously, which was at least something that gave her more of a reason to show what she knew, even take a few daring maneuvers herself. In the end, her quickness would aid her only if she knew how to react in the fight, and that meant making sure that she she had to be on guard for whatever he threw out next. Robin was a masterful tactician, as Robin or Tim, and that would make or break this fight.

And he was already playing to his size strengths, one he definitely had in the fight. By keeping her in this position, it would be much harder to get her to go for an attack upward on the body, or to even break out to an advancing attack. Knowing this, she decided her speed would have to give him a run for his money. Once the staffs connected, she lunged for midsections hits, keeping the staff straight and focused, using her speed to try and delivery a succession of hits.

Tim smirked faintly-- because her offensive tendency gave him a strategic opportunity. Instead of ducking back to avoid her attack, like he had earlier, he pressed forward. Staff shooting up and towards her, he aimed to catch her attack with his own defence, lodging it in the opening she had left. He turned it in a violent twist, one end pressing her arm down while the other forced her weapon up and to the opposite side.

SHIT.

And he had her, just like that. It did have her at a disadvantage to put herself out so much, and eventually Robin was bound to catch her off guard. She struggled, then sighed, putting the staff down.

"Still good," she said, shaking her head. Though she DID wonder when he adopted the whole "Red Robin" thing. "I guess you practice often."

"Still?" Tim echoed, raising an eyebrow under the cowl at her. Little details like that were important. He pulled his own staff away, and shifted into a much more relaxed position. Still, despite the casual pose, he looked a little smug. "Practise makes perfect-- or near enough," he said. "You're pretty damn good yourself. Better than I expected." Not that having his expectations proven wrong was a bad thing. "Been taking advantage of Morgan's training, I imagine."

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"Nevermind," Hit Girl said, catching her breath. "I was thinking about something else for a moment. Been in more than a few fights, which I'm sure you pretty much figured out. I'm pretty much training on the ship all the time though. I knew I didn't have a big chance."

She grinned. "Not just him. I had a little training session with a woman during the break too. Hell of a swords woman, and I held her at bay for a little bit with a short sword. So I know I'm getting better."

The girl kipped up flawlessly, catching the staff in her hand. "As I said, my name is Hit Girl. And you're Red Robin. You're a super hero, right?"

"I can tell," Tim said with a half laugh at that. He was recovering slightly, too, though he was good at hiding the fact that he was breathing any differently from normal. Still, she'd been more of a challenge than he'd anticipated.

"Good." He nodded. "It's good to branch out, get training from multiple teachers, and to develop different skills. While it's good to train regularly with those you know and who have more to teach you, variety is crucial."

"Hn. More or less," Tim tended to avoid the word 'super' but it was the default, he supposed. "You as well, then, provided I'm not totally off base."

Hit Girl felt a slight ache in her back, and her hands were pretty banged up, but she was happy. She had gotten to spar with Robin, and she had't done to badly.

She nodded. "I got better because I train with so many people. Learn a lot of new stuff. It's the reason that I'm so fast. When I was in my world, I could only go half this fast."

She knew he technically didn't count as a superhero, she just wanted to make sure he didn't think she was the same person, or that she knew him. "Just a hero. No powers or anything like that."

He smirked a little. "There's one benefit at least for being on a multidimensional refugee ship-- you can't get this much variety of skills anywhere else, I'd bet." Look on the bright side, right?

Tim stretched out again at that, and nodded. "'Super' does tend to be used a bit broadly, I find. I suppose it's a matter of perspective." However-- though he had anticipated it-- the fact that she was without powers was a point of interest. "You've been training from a young age, then, I assume?" Carefully avoiding implications about how young she was, though he figured she'd heard it all before.

"Exactly." Hit Girl said, following up with a smirk of her own. "That will just make the enemies at home scared shitless when they see me in action...well, if I were going back."

Hit Girl nodded. "Since I could walk. Vendettas against evil crime lords, you've probably heard it all before. Granted, not too many little girls go Charles Bronson on the criminals, 'specfially if they call themselves heroes. Unfortunately, criminals in my world tend to make sure they kill you pretty thoroughly, and make you pay before that happens. So we have to be just as vicious."

"If we get everything back, then we'll at least be stronger for it. So, at least there's that as a plus side," he laughed faintly. He nearly said 'what doesn't kill you makes your stronger' but thought better of the turn of phrase.

To all of that, though, at first she got little more than a 'hn' from him. He disapproved, of course, of being 'vicious' to criminals, or to that specific level of violence. But it was also not exactly an area where getting preachy had been very effective on anyone. "We had a fair few criminals who fell under 'ruthless' in my world," Tim said instead. "I've been training for years in order to fight against them, myself. Not so much because of vendetta, though-- more an inclination towards justice."

Hit girl shrugged. "I don't really have a lot going for me, but I guess making sure some of you guys get your worlds back is enough, right? It's not like anyone really wants to be lacking the world they live in, right?"

Yeah, she knew all about an inclination of justice, how he lost his parents and all...of course, in her world, there were no heroes, so if a fuck killed your parents, all you had to help you was THE LAW.

Heh. Funnier when she imagined those words spoken by Sylvester Stallone.

But she expected him to not like it, of course, he WAS Batman's protege. "Where I'm from, corruption runs deep, and there's no heroes, All you have is law enforcement, and I'm sure someone like you knows how easy they can be bought and sold."

He didn't have to approve, just understand WHY.

Tim eyed her curiously at that. "Right. If nothing else, we do have a duty to try and save as many worlds as possible, I think." Even if it was a task against the odd, it was still highly important, obviously. "Not exactly looking forward to the potential of returning to your own world, then?" He might as well ask.

Honestly, Tim understood a little better than he wanted to. He understood 'unfair' and 'corrupt.' He nodded faintly. As much as he was big on justice-- sometimes it was hard to ignore the thoughts of things a little darker than that. "Understandable. My world diverged enough to have the heroes rise, largely, in response to that where it was worst. But that can hardly be the case for every world. Sometimes options are limited." His tone made it clear he didn't want killing to be one of those options. But it was becoming harder to condemn people for that.

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