training

[mediumdrip]

Who: Blaine (mediumdrip) and Tim (theshortestbird)
When: ... yeah, still got nothing. Sometime after this convo?
Where: Some kind of... training place?
What: Tim promised to help Blaine train up his self defense. Blaine takes him up on the offer.
Warnings: Eh, it's training to fight so mild violence?

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[theshortestbird]

There was a gym that Cass had mentioned as being out of the way and discreet on who worked there; that was perfect, especially for this. While Tim would usually train in the batcave, he couldn't bring someone there. Especially someone who knew him as Tim Drake, not Red Robin, or Robin, or anything else.

Secrets always beget more secrets, and Tim came into the room already dressed in a pair of sweats and sneakers.

"Hey, how're you feeling? Ready for a workout?" He grins, tossing a roll of tape up into the air.

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nodded and grinned a bit a bit when he saw Tim. He felt relieved that he was in the right place. "As ready as I'll ever be," he said. "Where did you want to start?"

[theshortestbird]

"I just want to say again, I'm not really a martial arts instructor or anything. This is just what I remember," Tim smiled, looking a little nervous. "But okay. We can start off with some basic forms? We're going to start out with blocking."

He paused. "Have you stretched, yet? You shouldn't do anything without stretching out, first, so all the muscles are ready."

[mediumdrip]

Blaine nodded at that and started to warm up. "I took up boxing back home," he explains after a moment. "I don't think I mentioned that before." He grimaces slightly. "I was so tired when we started talking about this. I'm surprised we had a coherent conversation."

He still is tired, all of the time, but he doesn't want to let that show or stop him from learning how to better defend himself.