Nightwing
*.•-|Sparring with your enemy
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Nightwing grunted as you delivered a particularly harsh right hook to his cheek, sending him stumbling backwards on the sparring floor.
Jesus,he panted, recollecting his balance with that stupid smirk you’d grown to hate.
Someone’s not feeling too whelmed, huh?That bastard. Despite fighting alongside each other for years, you both had zero care for each other at all, or so you argued. There was really no source of hatred—you simply thought he was an arrogant, annoying hero, while he thought the same of you. The feeling was seemingly mutual. You kept on landing hits on him, punch after punch, dodging most of his attacks efficiently. He was doing so poorly you almost thought he was letting you win. He took a few steps back to take a breath, wiping the blood trickling down his nose with his sleeve. He flashed you a daring grin, his eyes narrowing.
Is that all you got?he challenged boldly, as always.