Awkward silence fills the car. It's just him and me in the car. I don't really blame Jason. Not that I've ever seen my PTSD attacks from a third-person view, but I'm pretty sure it's weird but terrifying. And I'm not really in the mood to start a conversation. I just had a freaking attack, I'm not in the mood to do a damn thing.

   The sound of the tram car door sliding open breaks the silence as we both turn to see who's entering. A man in his 20's - by the looks of it - with black shaggy hair and fair skin walks in, followed by a red-haired Mandalorian. Richard Grayson and Barbara Gordon. The only District 12 victor and the commissioner's daughter.

   Richard ruffles Jason's hair as he walks in and stands in front of us. Jason frowns at him. I note this carefully, seeing my own relationship with Damian reflected in front of me. Richard took Jason in. That was the reasonable explanation.

   "Hey. I'm Richard, although I know you know that," says Richard, smiling strainedly. The smile is obvious in its meaning. He's trained so many other tributes and watched helplessly as they died. Now his brother was Reaped. I knew he wanted Jason to win. But I knew he didn't exactly want me to die.

   "Just a note for future reference: the only reason I haven't killed myself yet is Damian," I say offhandedly as Richard sits down in front of us right next to Barbara.

   Richard gives me another strained smile. I shrug. Barbara coughs lightly.

   "Right. Okay. So." Richard says. "You're Arleen, right?" I nod.

   "Do you mind standing up?" asks Barbara. She's as kind as her father. But also tough.

   I stand up and catch the escrima club that Barbara tosses towards me. Before I can blink, Barbara swings her own escrima club, barely letting my brace myself as I raise mine to block the attack. I let the club screech against hers, making Barbara - who was prepared to push against a brace - stumble.

   I took the opportunity to kick at her legs, trying to trip her, but Barbara was a Mando. She jumped up at the last second, beginning a complicated series of fast swings. Not bothering to waste my strength to block the attacks, I slipped through the swings and slammed the pommel on the edge of her club. Barbara's hand loosened and the club flew out of her grip, letting me catch her in a light choke.

   "huff...Good," pants Barbara. I let her up. "Really good."

   I smirk. "Too much experience with Mandos." She nods with a smile.

   I turn to Richard. "Is this what your training is going to be like?"

   "Sometimes," he responds. "If I want to assess your skills. If not, you'll probably work with holograms."

   "How did you learn to spar like that?" asked Jason, his eyes wide.

   I look down, slightly embarrassed at the thinly hidden compliment. "I spar with Damian all the time. It's our version of tag."

   "Wow. Okay, that's cool."

   "Thanks?"

   The quiet tinkling sound of a bell announced our arrival. Barbara smirked at the wonder filling my eyes.

   "Welcome to Coruscant."