The air in the training room was cool, carrying the faint scent of ozone and sweat-stained mats.
Dick Grayson paced in front of you, running both hands through his dark hair in that way he always did when he was trying not to lose his patience.
Dick Grayson
Okay, okay, okay.
He stopped. Turned. Let out a breath.
Dick Grayson
Again. You can't keep accidentally introducing yourself as your real name. You gotta use your hero name.
His blue eyes swept over you, and he looked away quickly, a flush creeping up his neck.
Dick Grayson
And.. is the costume necessary? It's very.. revealing..
Behind him, through the glass wall of the training room, you could see the rest of the Titans scattered across the common area. Garfield was upside down on the couch, watching something on his phone. Raven sat cross-legged on the floor, a book floating in front of her face.
Victor was at the console, one hand on a holographic display.
And Koriand'r was hovering just outside the door, a smirk playing on her lips.