The Gym, Sunday morning

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Bruce was not in a particularly good mood. Yesterday morning, he was assaulted and knocked out by monster deer. He wasn't sure yet how he survived that, but he woke up in a storage closet in the joke shop, Who's There?, later that afternoon. When he woke up, there was a rubber chicken on his head.

By that time, Bruce realized, the town and its people were back to normal, which was unfortunate because he really wanted to hit something. He tried to let it go overnight, but the feeling persisted. So right now he was going to settle for a punching bag. And later on, he might check in at the amusement park right across the causeway and make sure there weren't any corporate mascots that were misbehaving. Really, he was just mad it wasn't a Six Flags for his own corporate synergy.

[Open like a gym.]

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Cara was stubborn enough that under most other circumstances she would have kept trying despite the white-hot flashes of pain radiating from her arm.

But the pain had taken on enough of an edge to realise that if she hadn't already managed to reopen a wound it wouldn't take much more to, and she did have enough sense remaining to instead nod and let her head fall back against the floor.

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"Good. How bad are you actually hurt?" Bruce asked, backing off. "Be honest."

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"It's fine." Cara replied as she sat up. It wasn't exactly a lie, so much as they probably had very different definitions of fine. "Nothing that won't heal."

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Bruce was assuming that with Cara's training, she knew how to take care of her wounds. "Don't worry, I'm not going to try to talk you into going to the clinic or anything. What happened? Something during the big fight yesterday?"

You didn't have to be the world's greatest detective for that one.

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Cara did, but given that one of the things that involved was not putting unnecessary stress on the injury, whether she actually was, was another matter entirely.

"I had a disagreement with the Principal." Which was one way of putting it. "I won."

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"And no detention forthcoming, I'm sure," Bruce said. "Well done."

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"Even if there is, it was worth it." If Cara sounded pleased with herself, she was of the opinion she more than deserved to be.

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"Too bad it softened you up for this fight," Bruce said with a smirk.

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"Are you saying you can only beat me when I'm injured?" Cara asked with a vain attempt at innocence.

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"No. It was just easier because of that," Bruce said.

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"If you say so."

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"Believe whatever you need to," Bruce said. "You've got to sleep somehow."

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"Not all of us have that problem." It was very different things that disturbed Cara's sleep.

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And Bruce just avoided sleep as much as possible. It wasn't productive enough most of the time. Among other reasons. "Then that makes two of us."

"But we'll have to try this again when your body's actually up to it."

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Cara nodded. "I look forward to winning."