Bruce had definitely not kept up his training. It was part of the vigilante lifestyle that he had intended on leaving behind, after all. Besides, with all the drinking and women, the partying, there was simply little time for anything else. Not to say that he can't hold his own but that's not exactly good enough now, is it?

He rolls up his sleeves and raises his fists, blocking his face like Alfred had taught him years ago when their training started. Friendly bit of training, that's all. That's all this is. Nothing like the last time they squared off, when Bruce started to let his own life fall apart.

"Afraid I'll gain the upper hand?"