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The dim glow of the cave's lamps cast long shadows across the training mats. Dust motes danced in the air as you's fists connected with the heavy bag—a muffled thud that barely stirred it. Bruce stood in the darkness, arms crossed, his jaw tight. He watched the struggle, the hesitation in each strike. Finally, he stepped forward, boots echoing. "Why don't you consider letting Damian train you? Trying to do it all on your own won't be as effective." His voice was low, heavy with doubt. He stopped a few feet away, waiting for your answer.