[i]"You're focusing too much on my right side. You have to expect the left as well. Don't stand like that. Move your hands--there you go."

"That was exactly how I was standing!"

"If you were, I wouldn't be telling you different. Try again."

"Bruce, I'm tired, I've been doing this all day!"

"Once you can lay a hit on me, you can stop... You said you wanted to train, Dick. This isn't some karate class, and I'm not going to go easy on you. No one will when you're on the streets, doing this on your own. Now get back up. Start again."[/i]

Even after the training was done, Dick, Tim, and Barbara were still unsure of what they just did. But Robin and Nightwing stayed in the shadows, observing, watching for any indication that Abbie Dent could be lying. Dick hoped what she said was the truth. She was playing the part of evil villain rather well, and the way she talked and asserted herself reminded Nightwing that she was very much like her father in some ways. At her comment on Dick, Tim's voice cracked into his ear softly. "Ouch." He muttered. Nightwing didn't respond, instead he kept staring through the cracked warehouse window. 

"We got a good visual surveillance, but the audio is a bit messed up. The water, and the start of this storm is making that part difficult." Barbara said quietly through comms. "So, it's all up to Miss Dent and our trust in her." Tim concluded. 

Dick was far too focused on the events unfolding, and thinking about Harvey Dent. What exactly did he have planned? Yeah, he was a crime boss, but uniting the crime world wasn't his forte. He did things his way... Someone would have to be higher up the chain. They had the perfect way to get in. If this worked out, more frequent visits with Abby Dent would have to be in order. She could tell them when to attack certain people, giving them information in the most subtle way, and hopefully doing what Bruce had wanted all along: To make this city safe; To have the people's hearts outshine the darkness. He hoped that after all of this was done, that Dick could possibly see her again... Not as vigilantes, but as people. Or could they? He knew the risks, and the dangers of doing this. If she had been the daughter of any other person, he could have pushed that aside, and see what they could have been after this, if she was true to her words. As much as it confused him, he could still feel the touch of her lips lingering on his.

"When do you want to go after Penguin?" Robin spoke after a few minutes lost in thought.

"When she leaves... We gave her that contact device for a reason. If she's with us, she'll tell us when to go after Cobblepot."