“Ready to go down?” You asked Dick, grinning wickedly.

“In your dreams, sweetheart.” He winked. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”

You felt Jason’s eyes on you from the other side of the room. “Thanks, but I don’t need it.” You said, and he lunged at you. You ducked and did a shoulder roll to evade his attack, leaving him with empty momentum.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “I guess Jay has had some good moves to teach you after all?” You knew that Jason was probably glaring right now, but ignored the thought.

“Yeah, do you want me to demonstrate some?” You gave him a cheeky grin and made a ‘come hither’ motion with your hand. Soon enough, the two of you were exchanging blows like a conversation. One of you would attack, the other would defend and shoot a move right back.

You got him in the jaw, and he paused to rub it. “Nice right hook.” He itted.

“Thanks. I have a lot of good moves– should I show you?.” You replied without thinking, and heard Jason sharply inhale from behind you but he didn’t do anything else.

“Gladly.” Dick braced himself again, resuming a fighting stance, and you roundhouse kicked him in the side before he could blink. Instead of falling though, he rolled over his arm and came to a crouch, technically not losing.

“Don’t leave me hanging, Dickie-bird.” He took a breath, gritted his teeth, and moved toward you again, but this time you flipped over him, using his shoulders to swing yourself over, before tripping his knees out from under him.

You landed on top of him, straddling his hips, and he grinned from below you. Jason was about to protest before Dick flipped you over, so he was on top of you, pinning your arms above your head. “Should we continue?” he asked, winked before helping you up.

“Y/N?” Jason asked tightly, and you turned to talk to him.

“Yeah, Jay?”

“A word.” He pulled you over to the other side of the room. “Why were you flirting with him like that?”

“What do you mean?” you blew a strand of hair out of your eyes and cocked your head. “We were just sparring, Jason.”

“No, you weren’t.” He insisted. “He was flirting with you, and you flirted back.”

“Are you jealous?” You asked him, and his lack of a response confirmed it. “Jason, you know how I get when I’m in combat.” You shoved his shoulder playfully. “I’m that way with Roy and Kori and Barbara, but you don’t care then?”

“He’s different.” Jason seethed. “I… I just don’t want you sparring with him if that’s how it’s going to look.”

“Jason.” You jumped onto him and wrapped your legs around his waist when he didn’t look at you, “my heart belongs to you.” You kissed him, and he returned the embrace willingly, before you pulled away. “Don’t forget what you get that he doesn’t.” You winked at him and stepped down.

“Wait–” he held onto your wrist before you left, and kissed you again. “Okay.” He ran a hand through your hair and brought you deeper into the kiss until a voice interrupted the two of you from your small world and brought you back to reality.

“We sparring again?” Dick asked.

“You know it, cupcake.” You grinned and followed him back to the training platform. “Ready for more of me, or have you had your fill?”