"Again."
Jason groaned in pain, shakily standing up again. They were training in her base. She had a small section in the back of the compound for training. He was a little hesitant to train with a rogue vigilante, but sitting around waiting to go back to school didn't sound appealing. Most teenage kids would take training over going to mental prison (AKA: school).
Night Dragon still had her mask and hood on, but she had removed her cape. Without it she strikes faster and harder. He was going to ask why she even needed it, but then realized to get around the city. Training was grueling, and made him extremely exhausted. Jason was eager to go out into the city, but Night Dragon insisted he wasn't ready. The moves she taught him seemed easy, but after you repeat them consistently, it wears you out.
"Don't use the same moves more than one time," she instructed, "your opponent can anticipate your attacks then."
"Ok."
He tried first sweeping his feet towards her ankles. She backflipped, jumping over his legs. Night Dragon hit a strike on his neck, freezing up his spine. He managed to move, throwing a punch at her head. The vigilante ducked underneath Jason's hand, kicking him hard in the stomach. He fell to the ground, no breath in his lungs. Jason wheezed, trying to steady his breathing.
"Your strikes are light," she pulled him up, not caring that she is the one who brought him down, "you don't aim for sensitive pressure points, and need to combine dodges with counterattacks."
Normally he would be offended, but after a few days of training, Jason realized false praise wouldn't save his life. This life she led, didn't have time for not being upfront. Guess he had to do the same, if he wanted...to actually accomplish something.
"Again."
This time, he tried faking a punch, then kicking at her stomach. She avoided it, but by a smaller margin. Before she could try hitting back kicking him, he grabbed her foot, pulling her to the ground. As soon as Jason smirked, she twisted his legs with her calfs. He painfully fell the ground again, and she rolled backwards flipping onto her feet.
"Better," she said, leaning above him, "but you still can't let your enemy attack you again."
"Is better a compliment?"
"Don't push it, Parker."
"Don't use my last name, Dragon."
"Do you want to be knocked unconscious in this training? I'm sure the other twenty times weren't enough."
"Okay then." Jason leaned on his shoulder blades then jumped to his feet in one movement.
"Be back tomorrow."
"Wouldn't miss it. You'd be surprised how appealing losing 200 times is."
She rolled her eyes, the exit to her base sliding open. It was like a stone panel that slid up. The door had startling similarities to the one he discovered in his room. Sadly this one led into an alleyway on the other side of town. It was close to Brian's house, so Jason could basically walk there in fifteen minutes.

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"Tell me it all again," Brian stared off into space, "it's just so...awesome."
   "You want to hear about me getting beat up?"
   "Of course not," he spun around in his desk chair, "the Night Dragon, man."
   "What about her?"
   "Is she..." Brian searched for a word, "do you like her?"
   "You sound like a kid talking about cooties."
   "I'm serious," he pressed, "if my friend is with an epic crime fighting vigilante, then I'm defiantly not leaving your side again."
   "No," Jason laughed, shaking his head, "absolutely not."
   "But why?" Brian sighed, spinning in circles on his chair, "why can't you two date?"
   "Are we seriously having this conversation-"
   Jason is interrupted by Akillah opening the door. She glanced at him then looked back to Brian. He looked very bored, but she raised her eyebrows.
   "Are you waiting for something?" Brian blinked. In slow motion, it would probably be a perfume commercial.
   "Duh," she pressed a hand to her forehead, sighing, "you asked me to hack that file, since you obviously can't."
   "Oh I could," Brian smirked mischievously, "but I figured I'd make you do it."
   "You little-" Akillah squinted her eyes then walked out of the doorway.
   "Your good," Jason mused, smiling slightly.
   "Hey Bree," Akillah called from the other room.
   "Bree?" Jason tried to contain his laughter.
   "I call her Lila," he sighed, "she calls me Bree. Y'know, she could at least give me a guy name."
   "Yeah I'm seeing this."
   Akillah's room was an explosion of nerdy stuff, teenager posters, and Harry Potter books. He understood why Brian didn't go in there. Plus Akillah wasn't exactly the most nice person to Brian, in his opinion.
   "This file," Akillah stared at her computer the same way Brian did, with intense focus and precision, "it goes into this cities core mainframe. Literally it controls almost all the electricity, street lights, and building power. How did you get ahold of it?"
   "Jason gave it to me," Brian shrugged.
   "Well I don't know how he got it," Akillah have Jason a pointed look, "but it is very hard to crack. Many layers of inscription, firewalls, and codes. I see why you tricked me into doing it, this file took hours to break into."
   "That's how I roll," Brian plastered a goofy grin across his face.
   "Brian," she said seriously, "where did you get this?"
   "I got it from the vigilante," Jason blurted out, and mentally slapped himself.
   "What?!" She hissed, nearly shouting, "you've been around that murderer?!"
   "Um-" he was speechless.
   "Don't blame you," her face goes placid, "everything's awful now anyways, plus your parents."
   "About time we agree on something," Brian crossed his arms.
"I don't think this will lead you anywhere," Akillah said, "unless you want to basically shut down the city."
"You know that actually sounds kind of fun-"
"Do you want anarchy?" Jason slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Hmf!" Brian complained, "fufn hufn huff!"
"Fine," Jason rolled his eyes, lowering his arm.
"Alert! Alert! Alert!" Brian shouted, "oh sorry. Police report through my communicator."
"Are you human?" Akillah tapped Brian's cheek.
"New update," Brian said in a monotone, robot voice, "kill all Lila's."
"What's with you and challenging people who can beat you up?" Akillah signed, cracking her knuckles boredly.
"What's the crime?" Jason had a crazy thought.
   "Um..." Brian pulls out his flip phone, typing inhumanly fast, "house robbery. Not anyone rich or anything, there's a good chance Night Dragon is there."
   "Be back," Jason opened the door, "keep in touch with coms."
   "Didn't you smash yours?" Brian called as he walked down the hallway.
  "Nope!" Jason looked back, smirking jokingly.
  Instead of going out the door like a normal person, he went over to the living room window. Opening it and removing the screen, he backs up a couple yards. Crouching down, pausing for a moment, he runs towards the window, jumping out. As the building across the alley approached, he grabbed a concrete ledge. Flipping over the top, Jason leaped onto the roof, satisfied with the maneuver. Adrenaline rushed through him once again, making everything sharper. Brian whistled through his earpiece, slowly clapping.
   "Keep this up and you'll be a heartless vigilante in no time."
   "Shut up, Brian."
   "How you gonna get to the crime scene? I feel like walking will take you hours."
   "I'll take a cab."
   "You serious?"
   "Still think I'm a heartless vigilante?"
   "No. Now I think you're a crazy vigilante."
  "Sound good."