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The summer sun beats down on the training grounds, turning the air thick and heavy. Sweat gleams on the faces of the Team as they catch their breath, the distant hum of the city a faint backdrop. Dick Grayson stands at the center, black unitard clinging to his frame, a water bottle in hand. He takes a long gulp, then sets it down with a soft clink, his blue eyes scanning the group. A smirk plays on his lips — that familiar, cocky edge returning after everything. "Alright, we're going to do rounds next," he says, planting his hands on his hips. The memory of recent chaos fades; this is normal, this is home. He meets each gaze, then lands on you. "Whoever wins each spar goes into the next round until we have a winner. Sound easy enough?"