Owner	Pose
Dick Grayson	The Gym of Titans Tower is a marvel of technology, but alas, most of that is absolutely useless to Dick Grayson. Nope. Give him some bench weights and some gymnastics equipment and he's good to go. That's all he needs. And right now, that's all he's using.     Hanging several feet off the floor, the lithesome figure of Nightwing can be found. His hair is matted to his brow and skull with sweat. His flesh, fair but blessed with a hint of color from the sun, and mottled with light, glossy scars and deep, dark bruises, is covered only by a blue tank top that clings, damply, to his skin. His lower body is clad only in a pair of black spandex leggings with lightweight athletic shoes on his feet.     The young vigilante is currently trembling, holding himself aloft by his hands wrapped around two suspended rings that dangle from the ceiling. His arms are extended out to either side of him, keeping his body lifted rather than hanging loosely. Every muscle fiber in his back and arms seems to be carved into his skin, and it's clear from the tension in his lips and brow that the pain that his injuries gifts him makes this thing more of a challenge than it need be. But he persists. His ankles come together, his toes pointed downward like an arrow, and slowly, he lifts his legs until they extended straight out before him.
Star Shimmer	Autumn is up with the sun today. She's not slept. She's not eaten much since last night's ice cream. She haa changed out of her night clothes and is in a pretty basic shorts and tank top attire. Quietly she walks into the gym. She gives a little wave to Nightwing. Then with a quick shimmer of violet, her clothes shift into some sort of hybrid suit. it has the star Sapphire logo as well as deep Violet coloring. Its even skin tight. Over all though its very reminiscent of her Nightingale suit. Her ring is on her finger still.
Dick Grayson	When Autumn arrives, Grayson is holding his pose, but he still manages to give a nod of greeting to her, as he draws his arms in to his sides, lifting his "seated" form up with great effort. It seems like he might buckle, as his body suddenly drops down, his legs swinging back, but in the end, it's just that he shifts his body and then rises up into a momentarily held handstand on the rings. Holding that pose, body straight and stiff, legs pointed up at the ceiling, his arms extended below his head, he grunts. And slowly, tips over backwards, releasing the rings so that the end result is some graceful backwards walkover that ends with him plummeting to the floor and landing nimbly on his feet.     "Hey..." He says, breathlessly as he gulps down some air, and wanders over across the matted floor to where he's left a towel and water bottle. It's clear that he's in pain by the way he winces as he bends over to pick it up, but he doesn't say anything outwardly. Instead, he rises up and looks to her, as he uncaps his drink. "How you doing? That ring got you all healed up? Nice throwback look, by the way."
Star Shimmer	Autumn smiles, "Hiya Dick, good to see you." She notes the pain and winces a little. Closing her eyes she points her ring toward him, "Stay still for a moment." Violet light begins flowing over him, healing him. "Yeah I'm all better. as much damage as they did, it wasn't as bad as it could have been." She keeps focused letting her love flow so she can heal him up. "I was thinking a lot last night. I'm going to prove to everyone that I am not going to lose myself."
Dick Grayson	When she tells Dick to stay still, he actually does just that, freezing in place intentionally, with his water bottle raised up halfway to his mouth, as he was just about to take a drink. The violet light washes over him, and he can feel the effects as a tingling sensation that floods through his body as it begins to do love's work.     But when she speaks again, Grayson's face sombers, and his soul piercing, aquamarine eyes become softer, and hold a sympathetic stare. He moves forward, recapping his water bottle without having taken a drink, and as he approaches, he reaches up and rests one hand on her shoulder, while draping the forearm of the hand holding the water across her opposite shoulder. His chin tucks in nearly to his chest, so that he's looking up at her through thick, dark lashes and a few wisps of raven colored bangs that hold crystaline rivulets of perspiration still on their spiked tips.     "Autumn, in my experience, people who get it in their mind to prove to other people that they're not going to do this or become that... tend to wind up proving that people were right all along," he says quietly. That hand on her shoulder gives a reassuring squeeze, before he lifts it under her chin, lifting it just a bit with his curled finger and thumb. "Don't obsess over what people think. I haven't seen anyone seeming as worried about you as you are worried about them being worried about you. Just be yourself. That's good enough. Obviously you're amazing all on your own. Otherwise that ring wouldn't have come to you."     Placing his hand back on her shoulder, he offers a warm, tender smile. "Just don't lose yourself being worried about everyone thinking that you're going to lose yourself. You're doing fine. You'll be fine. They'll be fine."