Three people discuss their training methods.Disclaimer:
People other than me own anything recognizable.Word Count:
484Author's Note: Thanks to hellbells for the beta and being a wonderful sounding board!
Superman didn't really deal with the training aspect for the younger sidekicks, so he mainly listened. And watched. He and Batman had been invited – along with the rest of the League, most of whom couldn't make it – to an event that shouldn't shock him nearly as much as it did, considering who did the inviting.
Batman was discussing just a few of the tools and tricks he employed while training Robin, using the young man's strengths to his advantage, and teaching him his limits. It was Robin's own determination that had him pushing past those limits time and again.
Buffy Summers was nodding occasionally, looking as if she were looking for spaces to integrate Batman's techniques into her own. But she shushed the Caped Crusader as a person moved onto the field below them. It was a dark haired man with an eyepatch over his left eye and a goofy grin on his face. Once he reached the middle of the field, he turned and spoke, his voice magically amplified.
“Welcome! This year, we have some special guests visiting-” all eyes turned to the super heroes standing next to the Slayer Queen, “-and we hope this will be a treat for them. Over the course of the next three days, we will test the strength, stamina, ability and ingenuity of a group of emasculatingly strong women.” He paused for the raucous laughter that poured forth from nearly everyone there. A quick look at Buffy showed that, though she wasn't laughing, she was
smirking in a rather smug way.
“As an added bonus to these events, the ultimate winner in each category will have the option to face one of the last two Chosen.” Both Batman and Superman looked at Buffy at this, and it was gratifying to them that the smug look was wiped off her face, replaced by shock. Clearly, she hadn't known about this addendum.
“With that said, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the third annual Slaylympics!”
The blonde turned to the blue-clad flier. “I will give you anything if you go up against them for me.”
With a wide grin, Superman shook his head in the negative. She turned to the dark costumed hero next.
“What about you?”
“Nothing you can give me would entice me to take them on.”
“Scared?” she taunted.
“Not at all. I just prefer to... keep relations between the League and the IWC on the good side of the coin,” Batman replied with a smirk of his own.
“He just wants to see them beat on me, doesn't he.” This was directed, once again, at Superman.
“I believe you may be on to something, Buffy,” was the reply.
“You know, I really hate you right now,” she grumbled before settling down to watch the games. Who knew? They might pick Faith instead.