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The gym, Sunday afternoon

Fight Club being canceled for the evening, Dinah decided to step up her workout that afternoon. After a session with the weights, she was now pummeling the punching bag. Kick-punch-strike, punch-punch-punch-kick!

Hm. And maybe some TK weight lifting when she was done with this.

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"Well... I've never had a fencing coach..." But... yeah. The mugger thing he understood. And... yeah... when he'd be training with Peacemaker he'd wanted to beat things up too.

"I don't think he's getting up from that," Jaime winced.

"Not if it managed to connect," Dinah said ultra-cheerfully. Then she stopped to catch her breath, and smile at the new guy. Cute. And funny. "Hi! I'm Dinah Lance. Senior and aspiring mugger-repellant."

"Jaime. Junior. Newbie. And now? Thoroughly intimidated by you." He didn't sound all that intimidated.

"Awwww! No, don't be," Dinah teased back. "Or you're never going to survive the other people at this school." She snickered, and went back to elbow-strikes and light punches as she talked to him. "So where are you from, Jaime? And what do you think of the place so far?"

"El Paso. And let me tell you this place is not like El Paso at all." He wandered farther into the room and then stopped abruptly. The Scarab was now babbling in his ear.

"You're better off than the time-traveling students, though. Unless you're from El Paso about fifty years ago or more?" She grinned then did a spin-kick at the bag. "Or the future." Dinah stopped, cocking her head in curiosity. "Either? Or something weirder?"

Jaime laughed, hoping he could play that little freeze off. "No time-traveling for me." Well... not recently, at least.

"Though... does that really happen?" He shouldn't be surprised. Considering his roommate and all.

"What the time-travel? Or the weirder?" Dinah grinned. Something might be up with this guy. But that was pretty standard, first weekend here and all. "Said fencing coach is from a thousand years ago. His roomie's from fifty thousand years from now. Weirder..." She had to stop to think about that. Oh, right. "Well. We've got some non-human types whose family situations are-- interesting?" Better than saying Oprah would have a field day with Fiona and Raven's parents.

"That's... odd." Jaime didn't sound all that shocked, actually.

"You've dealt with weird stuff before?" Dinah checked, since that wasn't actually the freaking-out or you're-a-liar or oh-noooes response that sometimes got.

"Sometimes?" Jaime admitted. "I mean... my last school did sort of get blown up." Not his fault!

"Oooooo. Who by?" Dinah did a series of back strikes to the bag. "Nobody got hurt, did they?"

Jaime's face fell slightly. "Aliens... they..."

He swallowed. "A friend of mine died." He hadn't saved her. He'd gotten her killed.

Dinah stopped her workout immediately, and gave Jaime a sober look. "I'm sorry. That really sucks." She bit her lip. "Stuff attacks here, sometimes, but we've always fought it off, and won. People got hurt, but no one's died."

And whether that was luck or skill or magic, maybe it would help to know?

He managed a weak smile. "It's okay. I'm... dealing."

Well. Not really.

Dinah smiled sympathetically. "Yeah." About as well as anyone could, she guessed. "Is that why you're going to school here now?"

"Well," he tried to keep that grin in place, "Can't go to a school that's been blown up."

"Sucky reason, but I think you'll like it here," Dinah told him. "Even with the rough stuff, there's great people, and lots of fun things to do. Some of them weird or magic, but it's just a good school overall." She shrugged, then smiled. "I mean, I've been here eight months and I'm looking forward to graduating in May."

"Looking forward to getting out of here, huh?" Jaime teased.

"You have no idea," Dinah said, rolling her eyes. "I love this place, but I'm ready to get to the real world and real work, you know?" The trip home to New Gotham had just cemented that. "Although I've still got college, and wow, I dunno how that's gonna go." She cocked her head at him. "You got any plans already, or are you still way off thinking about future careers?"

"Well... I've always sort of been thinking about medical school..." Or wherever you went to become a dentist.

"Really? Cool." Dinah grinned at him again, and circled the bag, to punch it again. "Some of the students help out at the Clinic in town. One of my friends who worked there just left. They might have an opening, if you want to look into that." She cocked her head. "What kind of doctor are you thinking of?"

"Dentist, really," Jaime grinned. "So... not the kind of doctor you need for a clinic."

"Eeeeeek. Okay, now I'm intimidated," Dinah said, eyes wide and teasing. "You're going to be a dentist. That's hardcore."

"How's that intimidating? I'd be putting teeth back in, you're the one who's punching them out."

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