Stephanie's Journal: Underhell
Two weeks since we lost our costumes. I've been outside, but I feel like I haven't seen the sun in days. We still go to school, but everything from the night before pretty much drains us. Study hall is the only time we get to catch up on sleep. And when the final bell rings, we don't get some spare time, or see our friends. We just head straight back to the cave for more of Bruce's training...or torture. Tim told me once that his training to become Robin was pretty nasty. I asked him about it again, and he said this was far worse. Everything is sore, I'm always tired, and I'm starting to wonder if this is even worth it anymore. Some of the stuff Bruce has us doing could easily kill us, like the rock pillar hoping he's making us do right now. The worst thing for me, though? I haven't seen Jackie at all these past two weeks. Bruce said he'd handle him, but...what? What's he doing with him? Why can't we just see him? Is he even okay? I gotta know... luckily the end is right there. I can stop looking down, finally. Never liked heights, ironically... wait, what's that noise? Who's coughing?
"Tim!!"
"*coughcough*...I'm alright...I can...*cough*"
"Aw, Tim...Just relax, you're too exhausted..."
"Something wrong here?"
"Bruce? Where did you?...can we take a break or something? Tim can hardly stand. And I'm really sore..."
"Is this too hard for you? Can't take a little work? Get up and keep going. You've got 20 minutes left."
"Bruce, this is insane! Tim can hardly breathe he's so overworked! And where's Jackie? I wanna see him..."
"This is insane? Do you know how the Spartans trained their soldiers?"
"N-no..."
"They started training much younger than you. 7-9 years old. Trained to be efficient war machines from then on. One "exercise" of endurance involved taking two trainees and tying them to pillars. A trainer would whip both of them until one passed out from the pain, while family members watched, yelling at them to stay conscious. Wanna know what the loser received?"
"Bruce..."
"Fine. You both get an hour. Make it count."
"Thank you..."
"And Steph, stop worrying about Jackie. I can assure you he's fine with me..."
Stephanie's Journal: Underhell
Two weeks since we lost our costumes. I've been outside, but I feel like I haven't seen the sun in days. We still go to school, but everything from the night before pretty much drains us. Study hall is the only time we get to catch up on sleep. And when the final bell rings, we don't get some spare time, or see our friends. We just head straight back to the cave for more of Bruce's training...or torture. Tim told me once that his training to become Robin was pretty nasty. I asked him about it again, and he said this was far worse. Everything is sore, I'm always tired, and I'm starting to wonder if this is even worth it anymore. Some of the stuff Bruce has us doing could easily kill us, like the rock pillar hoping he's making us do right now. The worst thing for me, though? I haven't seen Jackie at all these past two weeks. Bruce said he'd handle him, but...what? What's he doing with him? Why can't we just see him? Is he even okay? I gotta know... luckily the end is right there. I can stop looking down, finally. Never liked heights, ironically... wait, what's that noise? Who's coughing?
"Tim!!"
"*coughcough*...I'm alright...I can...*cough*"
"Aw, Tim...Just relax, you're too exhausted..."
"Something wrong here?"
"Bruce? Where did you?...can we take a break or something? Tim can hardly stand. And I'm really sore..."
"Is this too hard for you? Can't take a little work? Get up and keep going. You've got 20 minutes left."
"Bruce, this is insane! Tim can hardly breathe he's so overworked! And where's Jackie? I wanna see him..."
"This is insane? Do you know how the Spartans trained their soldiers?"
"N-no..."
"They started training much younger than you. 7-9 years old. Trained to be efficient war machines from then on. One "exercise" of endurance involved taking two trainees and tying them to pillars. A trainer would whip both of them until one passed out from the pain, while family members watched, yelling at them to stay conscious. Wanna know what the loser received?"
"Bruce..."
"Fine. You both get an hour. Make it count."
"Thank you..."
"And Steph, stop worrying about Jackie. I can assure you he's fine with me..."