The Gym, Monday morning

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Sure, his first workshop was first period, but that wasn't until 9:00. That gave Bruce plenty of time to start his day with a run around the island while still leaving time for a trip to the gym. After stretching out and warming up, Bruce actually skipped the punching bag, choosing a lower intensity workout before the first day of class he'd had in a while. And it would still be there later for him to beat up using the new moves he'd learned while he was on his vacation.

But for now, he was sticking to an exercise bike. Because a few laps around the island on foot apparently wasn't enough of that kind of thing for Bruce.

[OOC: I've been up for way too long already this morning. I blame technology for this. Open gym is, naturally, open.]

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[wrongkindofsith]

He probably could have, and a reasonable person might have given up the first they got pinned, Cara.

As it was, she looked incredibly pleased with herself for all of a spilt-second, before seeming to realise she was all but lying on Bruce and scrambling off him. "Keep telling yourself that, it might come true," she said, offering him a hand up.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce took the hand and pulled himself up with it. "I intend to," Bruce said. "And I intend to follow through on that."