fandomhighdorms | Camp Gym, Thursday evening

If there's one thing Dick had been letting slide since he got away of the nightly grind of Gotham, it was getting in his regular exercise. Granted, he wasn't going to be doing his more thorough workout here, but he could still keep himself sharp.

That's why he was working on the punching bag right now. Because if what he'd heard about Fandom was even remotely true - and it seemed to be, judging by the dancing hamsters across the room - one thing he definitely needed to keep sharp was his punching.

[OOC: Open like a gym that is open.]