After an exquisite lunch of homemade mac 'n' cheese, you and Frost were standing outside of a room on the second floor of the mansion. He had begun to explain the structure of the mansion on the walk there: the second floor was generally used for training, the third was the rooms of Joker's chosen few, the fourth were for lower level staff such as security guards and cooks, and the fifth was Joker's very own private floor. He didn't reveal much about that, only that he had an office and a bedroom up there. You didn't know if you ever wanted to see that place; after all, if you had, you were likely in trouble. Besides, it probably wouldn't be the prettiest sight. Who knew what awful business went on up there.
Frost gently pushed open the door and gestured for you to follow him into the room. You did as instructed, and your eyes surveyed the room in awestruck wonder.
It was definitely bigger than it looked from the outside, considering the fact that there was another room relatively close to it. However, it looked pretty run down compared to the rest of the mansion; the walls were made of brick that had been painted over with white paint, and it was even starting to peel in some areas. The floor was white, too, but was made of hard cement. This wasn't very surprising to you, though. Why have a training room be kept in pristine condition if it would just be ruined with all the, well, training?
There was a singular yoga mat laid down on the center of the floor, and you assumed that that would be where you and Frost would be practicing. It was very long, so you didn't really worry about falling off and sustaining any serious injuries on the floor below. Next to the mat, there was a table lined with various weapons to practice with: guns, knives, even a bow and arrow. Around the room, there stood mannequins and targets for practice.
"This is a very awkward way to get to know someone," you giggled as you and Frost made your way over to the mat. "'Hey, I'm (Y/N),' then I tackle the shit out of you."
"I don't think that you're gonna be doing the tackling," he teased back. "You know that I'm ten times more experienced than you."
"Yeah, but don't underestimate me. I think I could fuck you up."
Frost raised his eyebrow in such a way that you almost wanted to retract your statement. But, you stood firm with your head held high.
"Okay," he replied finally, seemingly unbelieving. He shifted in his stance so that his feet were apart, fists raised. "Then, show me what you got, (L/N)."
You felt bad about any injury you were about to inflict on Frost, but this was the whole point of training: in order to learn something, you had to both beat up someone and get beaten up. So, you lunged at him, knocking him down. You were surprised how easy it was; he probably hadn't been bracing himself as well as he could have. People always underestimated you. When would they learn?
You straddled his hips and landed a blow on his nose. With a strangled groan, Frost reeled his arm back and punched you right in the jaw.
The force of it was enough to send you flying backwards, landing on your back on the mat. Frost stood up, blood already trickling from his nose. He looked down at you with a proud smile. "Not bad," he said, eyes twinkling.
You moaned in reply, fingers brushing where he had struck you. You knew a gnarly bruise would be there tomorrow. "Not bad yourself."
As he helped you up, you knew that you had to be stronger. This wasn't cutting it. You couldn't just lay on the floor whenever you had been hit, even if it was just training. Training is preparation for the real thing, and any habits you'd pick up during training were probably habits that you'd have when it came to actual combat.
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Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) was new to the crime scene. She had pulled off a couple heists in Gotham along with a few other miscellaneous crimes, and a few people were beginning to take note of her name. But, what little clout she was receiving wasn't enough for he...
