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The Gym, Sunday morning

After a series of good and/or at least interesting dates last night (where he learned some new things about some of his classmates, naturally), the knowledge that each of the Student Council candidates he'd given a little support to had done well (not that it was possible for them not to), getting to yell at someone about guns and having her back down, and a solid week of learning in class and out, Bruce was in a genuinely good mood today. He even had a slight smile on his face, and he wasn't faking it like normal.

Yeah, it was weird for him, too, so he was hitting a punching bag pretty hard. Maybe if he hit it hard enough, his hand would start to hurt and he'd be able to take the edge off of this good mood and he'd be able to get back to his normal state.

[OOC: Open gym!]

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It would seem that Kate wasn't the only person crazy enough to get up early after a late night, and immediately decide this was the chance for a run and a workout. It was a little later than her normal hour, but not by much. She'd never been good at lie-ins.

For a few moments all she was going to do was pause in the doorway and watch Bruce while she re-secured the end of her braid. That was some focus he had this morning, so she was a little curious how long it might take for him to notice.

Not very long, as it turned out. Ever since he got beat up in the woods while training during the invasion last month, Bruce made a point to pay more attention to his surroundings while training. Not that he was likely to get ambushed in the gym, but could you ever truly rule that out?

"Getting an early workout in, or do you just like tow watch people hit things?" Bruce asked before stepping back from the bag.

"Little of this, little of that?" Kate suggested, flicking her plait back over her shoulder. Initially the first one, but it wasn't a bad view.

"It was either this or pretend to sleep."

"And why do that when you can actually be productive?" Bruce said. "I know how that goes."

"It's a habit, and now if I skip a day it makes me twitchy," Kate admitted moving out of the doorway. "Too much energy, not enough action." She'd got used to Voron sending her out on daily training runs from far too early an age.

"I do the same," Bruce admitted. "Even last spring break when the school had a trip to Hawaii, I spent a few hours in the resort gym every morning. You've got to get that energy out somehow."

"I think my dad would still consider what I do now I'm here as seriously lacking." Kate shrugged, rolling her shoulders in a kind of stretch.

"They really took you to Hawaii on a school trip?"

"And the previous semester was a ski trip," Bruce said, showing a smile. There were perks to Fandom High. Although, granted, those were both trips he could do easily by himself. "What kind of workouts would your dad have you do?"

"A little bit of everything." Like dropping her off in the wilderness with a canteen and a knife, or entering her for tournaments. "I guess I just pushed myself myself more with him around," she said, vaguely.

That almost sounded like the non-committal kind of answer Bruce would give, which made him a little more curious. But he wasn't going to push that any farther at the moment.

"I doubt I'd be able to push as hard as him, but if you ever want an obsessive exerciser to pace yourself against, I'm usually around."

Kate exhaled a wry laugh. No, no one could push quite like Voron. She nodded. "That might be a good idea. No getting rusty." Or at least holding up the fitness end.

"Slightly less repetitive with more than one. What do you normally do?"

"I usually keep it fairly simple. Plenty of running and weight lifting, a lot of work on the punching bag," Bruce said. "But I'll spar if I find someone who wants to hit me enough. Some rock climbing. A little bit of swimming. The list keeps going on. It's probably easier to say 'anything I can find a way to do.'"

"Rock climbing?" That was one Kate didn't expect listed off in a regular 'daily workout' list. "The only time I've done that one is when I actually had rocks needing climbing to get somewhere."

"I did some mountain climbing over the summer and got hooked on the sport," Bruce said. "There are some areas in the Rocky Bits that are really good for it. I try to work that into my run at least once a week."

"Like bouldering or do you actually hook up all the harnesses and shit?" she wondered.

"It's been mostly bouldering here," Bruce said. "But I took safety a little more seriously over the summer since I was out in the Himalayas."

"Hawaii, Himalayas... You're just all over the place, aren't you?" Not that Kate hadn't been over the years, but those were two she hadn't made it to, and she'd been a little more stationary over the last year or so anyway.

"Worth going to?" she wondered.

"I like to travel," Bruce said, not getting into more detail at the moment so it didn't sound like he was showing off too much. "And yeah, I'd recommend it if you ever have the chance to go. It's pretty astonishing to see nature like that." And you just might find a hidden city filled with martial arts experts that you can learn some things from. If you're lucky.

"My world, it's probably beyond inaccessible." She knew it used to be visitable before the Shift, but with the return of magic, a lot of areas, especially the more rural ones, had long been taken back by nature. "It's hard enough to hold onto the cities, let alone the rest of the planet."

"Maybe if the school gets adventurous in the field trip department, though."

"I doubt they'll get that enthusiastic, but I won't put it past them," Bruce said. "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly has the rest of your world been lost to? You mentioned dead things once before."

"We had a sort of... apocalypse. A few years back." The world had never really recovered. "It's made travel inconvenient at best, downright dangerous at worst." Depending on how far it was you were trying to go.

Kate shrugged. "I've never known anything else, so--" It wasn't like she knew what she was missing, aside from what the history books told her.

Well, not until arriving here, anyway. It was going to be tough to go back to.

"Sometimes I feel lucky that all I really have to worry about in Gotham is the crime rate," Bruce said. Okay, and ghosts. And giant, invulnerable zombies. But both of them were criminals first and foremost.

"Crime rate in Atlanta's a bitch too," Kate offered lightly. "All cities have that going for them." Which was precisely why she preferred not to spend too much time in them.

"I think this world is what mine would've been like before the shift. Scarily close, actually."

Meanwhile, Bruce was training precisely so he could spend all of his time in a crime-infested city.

"Really? What do you think of it? Is it a nice break to be here, or does it make you strangely homesick?"

Kate shrugged, deceptively casually. "There's not much to miss." It bothered her, yes, but dwelling on it got her nowhere.

"This is one time when 'living in the past' is the better choice."

"I can see why," Bruce said. "In that case, I hope everyone is spoiling you a little to make sure the 'past' is as good as it can be."

"I think all that would do is make me feel like a charity case." Which she didn't much like the sound of either, and her mouth pursed in distaste.

"I'll have to go back eventually. Probably shouldn't get too comfortable."

"I suppose I can see that," Bruce said. "I've probably spent more time in Fandom than I have in any one place in years, so it's going to be strange enough for me to leave for a relatively mundane world after this year."

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