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The next sequence of events happened almost faster than John could follow. He saw Babs face turn red, and thought it was due to the nickname he'd used for her rather than an effect of the spray. But before he could fully categorize it, Chloe charged forward. John wasn't sure exactly what kind of attack it was, but Chloe managed to get her hands on Babs, so John decided to count it. "Point...Chloe." He announced, moving Chloe over halfway to the points needed for a victory. But before he'd even finished saying it, Babs was moving in a counterstrike, and John's eyes widened a bit as he saw Bab's hand close on a very unfortunate location.

"EEEK!" Chloe screamed out as Babs grabbed her breast. Chloe froze in shock and didn't even think about a counter move until she felt a foot in her stomach and her feet had left the floor, and by that point it was too late. There was nothing Chloe could do except to try and land as Sam had taught her. She succeeded...mostly...and was quite grateful the floor was padded as she landed and got the wind knocked out of her. "Point...Boobs." John called out, eliminating any doubt as to whether the name was an accident or not. Technically he could have given Babs two points, one for the hit and one for the throw, but he wasn't going to give Babs any advantages. As evidenced when he called out the tally as Chloe recovered her breath and scrambled into a defensive posture awaiting Babs next move...if she didn't make one immediately, Chloe would jump on top of her and try and pin her to the mat, but Chloe doubted that would happen.

"Chloe...three. Boobs, one." John announced, deliberately 'forgetting' the fact Babs had scored her second point.
 
Barbara hadn't meant to grab Chloe's breast but she couldn't help noticing how it had given her an advantage when it shocked Chloe. She also couldn't help noticing how different Chloe's breasts felt to her own but she pushed that thought aside for now. She growled softly as John called her boobs once more but at least she had a point now. She was, unfortunately, not familiar enough with the rules for point scoring in this format to call John out for not giving her full points for her actions.

She rolled to her feet both proud and a little annoyed to see that Chloe was already up and in a defensive posture. She charged towards Chloe, much as Chloe had done with her, looking for all the world like she was going to tackle her but at the last moment she turned her charge into a slide and attempted to sweep Chloe's legs out from under her, thinking that even with her impaired vision this attack stood a decent chance of connecting if she caught Chloe off-guard with the feint.
 
I heard that. John thought when he heard Babs growl at the hated nickname. Maybe it was distracting her...she didn't call him out on not adding her points up correctly. Or maybe she just knew better that to try and argue when she was supposed to be fighting. John wasn't sure, but he noted it for future reference.

When Babs charged her, Chloe braced herself and tried to time the charge so she could return the 'favor' Babs had just shown her, and throw the redhead. Minus the boob grabbing, hopefully. But when Babs suddenly dropped, Chloe blinked with surprise and right as she figured out what was going on, she felt her legs go out from under her and gravity did the rest as she fell onto the mat again. "Point, Boobs." John announced. Even with the higher standards he was holding her to, that was undisputedly a point.

But if there was one thing Chloe had learned during her sparring with Sam, it was how to take a fall, so even as she winced a bit as her bare butt impacted the mat, Chloe was already rolling away from her opponent and getting to her feet again. In the unlikely event Babs hadn't gotten to her feet yet, Chloe would try and press her advantage, but she judged it more likely that Babs would regain her feet just as quickly, in which case Chloe would try and circle around her opponent. Maybe Babs obscured vision would give her some sort of opening.
 
Three to two Barbara thought as she heard John announce her point even while he still called her Boobs. She would have glared at him if she could afford the distraction and could see him clearly. Even as these thoughts flew through her mind she was already getting back to her feet and turning to face Chloe. She noticed Chloe starting to circle her and had to give her friend credit. Taking advantage of her obscured vision was smart.

She smiled grimly and slowly turned to try to keep Chloe in her admittedly limited visual cone. As she did an odd thought occurred to her. If she beat Chloe she'd be able to say that she could win, even when things were this unfair. But Chloe...Chloe would know that even when Barbara was nearly blinded, she couldn't beat her. She wondered, would Chloe take it in good humor or would it depress her and be a blow to her self confidence. These thoughts bounced around in her head so much that Barbara's focus faltered and she stopped turning as quickly, allowing Chloe to get to a point where her obscured vision made it harder to see her.
 
Chloe was all too aware she had the advantage in this. Not only was Babs half blinded, but the ref was insulting her and losing track of Babs points. So even if she won, she couldn't take much satisfaction in it, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try her best. So when she began to circle Babs, she didn't keep a consistent motion, and when Chloe suddenly shifted directions, she saw that Babs didn't quite compensate in time. She had no idea why Babs was distracted, but when she saw the opening, she pounced. She aimed a punch at Babs shoulder, and grinned widely when she made contact. "Point...Chloe." John announced, even though he suspected Chloe had held back a bit. The punch Chloe delivered would hardly be enough to knock Babs off balance.

The same likely couldn't be said for the kick John administered to Babs ass. As Chloe had begun to circle Babs, John had shifted slightly so he was behind Babs, then when Babs was distracted by Chloe's point, John followed up with one of his own, a kick with his shoed foot right to Babs buttocks. A low blow? A cheap shot? Yes, John would acknowledge both those points, but in the field, Babs couldn't rely on the enemy playing fair, and a sore butt was a small price to pay for a lesson that might save her life. "Point...match...Chloe." John announced.
 
Barbara shrugged off Chloe's relatively tame punch to her shoulder and was just about to turn and attempt to retaliate when John's foot hit her rear end. She staggered forward, knowing instantly that it was John due to the feel of the shoe and the harder force of the hit. She clenched her fists and spun, glaring in his general direction. She tensed, barely stopping herself from launching at him in her anger. Several things stopped her, chief among them being the realization that what he did didn't just affect her.

She relaxed slightly and glanced at Chloe's blurry figure and then at John. "You didn't steal the match from me. You stole it from Chloe. You should apologize to her. She had a good chance of winning on her own and you took that from her." She said it in probably the most curt tone either of them had ever heard her use and it was obvious she was angry and barely restraining herself.
 
Bingo.

John had been trying to make Babs angry or frustrated since the beginning of the match, and he'd figured a cheap shot resulting in Babs losing the match would push her over the edge. When she spun towards him, John braced himself for the attack, but it didn't come. She'd managed to keep her anger under control and not act rashly...good to know.

But when she explained the root of her anger, John raised an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn't expected that, and the demand for an apology? John almost laughed at that. "That's not happening." He informed her, his tone just as abrupt as hers had been. "If you don't like the training, your free to leave at anytime...Boobs." Would she charge him for using the derogatory nickname again? Or would she decide the training was too much for her? John was prepared for either eventuality, but he was not prepared for Chloe to step forward and place a restraining hand on Babs arm.

"It's all right." Chloe said softly. It was easy to tell how angry Babs was, and Chloe didn't want to be the one responsible for Babs losing out on her dream. "It wasn't a fair match anyway. Winning a rigged match wouldn't really mean anything anyway." Chloe had noticed how lopsided the scoring was. She hoped Babs could get her temper under control...she was a long way from her clothes, and she had no idea where they were even. Chloe wasn't sure how good a fighter John was, but he'd more than held his own at the dojo, and he still had whatever he'd sprayed Babs with. If he got angry and decided to attack, Chloe doubted that she'd be much help against him.
 
The slight relaxation that had come over her when she had reasoned out that Chloe was as affected as she was fled when he said it wasn't happening in a tone matching hers. She tensed again, fists clenching and her weight shifting as her anger began to rise again. She began to tense, preparing to launch herself at him, her rage rising though what he said gave her pause. End the training? Leave?

That was when she felt Chloe's hand on her arm. Luckily, she didn't do something rash and hurtful like shrug her off or push her away. Like John she was surprised by Chloe's action and her mind had already begun to clear, ironically because of his taunt about quitting. Her brow furrowed and she looked at Chloe through her still blurred vision. "I didn't want you..." She sighed. "I wanted you to have a win if you were able to achieve it, even if it was unfair."

She frowned and looked at John again, the tension suddenly leaving her as she straightened. "I'm not quitting. I'm not leaving. I'm going to continue this training. Someday, I'll be out there. Doing what I can to make sure it's not girls like Chloe and I that are afraid. It's the criminals that are afraid. If Br...Batman can do it. So can I. And I will." She crossed her arms and looked at John. "Did I pass your test?"
 
Had he finally provoked her enough to attack him? Given what Sara had said about her, he'd thought she was smarter than that, but perhaps she wasn't in control of her emotions. Interesting...and perhaps deadly in the field. If she couldn't control her temper, that was something they needed to know. But just when John she was about to attack, her friend had a reasoned argument, calming Babs down. Interesting...was that why Babs had wanted Chloe along? Chloe, for her part, smiled at Babs response, and afraid the red head wouldn't be able to see it, Chloe gave Babs arm a reassuring squeeze. "I did get the win." She pointed out with a soft chuckle.

John raised an eyebrow when Babs claimed she wasn't going to quit, and he didn't care if Babs could see it or not. "We'll see about that." He warned her, and if he noticed her slip of the tongue when she almost said Bruce's name, he gave no sign of it. "If you go out there and get killed, that won't frighten anyone." He doubted that part would frighten her, she'd doubtless already considered that aspect, but John didn't want to think about what that might do to Sara. He knew the blonde would feel responsible for it, and he couldn't do that to Sara. So if he could get Boobs to quit, he would. It would likely be safer for everyone that way. "But if your going to try and stay, that means you need to get punished for you losing the match...Boobs." He paused just enough to let her know his continued use of the hated nickname was deliberate.
 
Barbara grinned at Chloe. She wondered, briefly, if John had allowed Chloe to come to set up this test. Maybe see if he could provoke her into lashing out against him or Chloe or something. Her brow furrowed as she began to see that this test was about her self control, potentially, and not, as she had originally thought, about seeing if she could overcome unfair odds. Maybe it was a bit of both.

She raised her eyebrow right back at John. She knew he was going to try to push her, see if she had the commitment and strength to go on. She actually understood it and suspected Sara had done the same to him. "I know. That's why I want to be trained. So I don't go out there and get myself killed. It'll always be a possibility but the more training I have and the more experience I get the better my odds."

She sighed when he called her Boobs. It did annoy her but it also made her barely restrain an eyeroll. It was so...juvenile and she thought it was beneath both of them but she decided to just put up with it since she was smart enough to know he was trying to annoy her. Still, his words gave her pause. "Punished? What kind of punishment? Running laps or something?" She figured it would be something like that, at least if movies were anything to go on.
 
Well, the pair seemed to have no hard feelings about the outcome of the lopsided match, as Chloe returned Babs grin. Of course, Babs may have still been carrying a grudge against John for the cheap shot that cost her the match, but if she wasn't going to quit over it, that wasn't really relevant. He kept his face impassive as she talked about training, so there was no way to tell if he agreed with her or not, though the fact he didn't respond was a good clue he found no hole in her argument, which of course made sense as it was the case he'd been presenting. He heard, as well as saw, given the way her boobs moved when he called her Boobs, her sigh, and knew it was eating at her a bit...but it also seemed she had decided it wasn't a fight worth having, at least at this point.

When the talk turned to punishment, John was surprised when she suggested a punishment. He hadn't expected that. But the room, the largest available, wasn't really big enough for running laps, so it was something they'd have to try later. "Laps is more training than punishment." He told her. "So we'll get to that. What else did you have in mind?" Of course, he already had her punishment set in his mind, but if she had a better idea, he was willing to listen.
 
John might have been surprised to know Babs wasn't carrying a grudge over the cheap shot. In the moment it had angered her but she also realized pretty quickly it was intended to teach her a lesson, that in the real world people wouldn't play fair. Something she already knew. If she hadn't known it before coming to Gotham, she learned it on the bus during her arrival. She was more annoyed by the stupid nickname and by how Chloe hadn't gotten a "real" win and his refusal to apologize to Chloe but she wasn't going to let it interfere with her training or fester. She was self aware enough to know it'd be self defeating. She'd probably just vent about it later and then move on.

She nodded at his comment about laps. It'd been mostly a sarcastic comment as since she'd run track and field at her old high school she'd be just fine with laps, in fact, she wanted to get back to at least a morning walk, if not a jog. "Speaking of training, I probably need to get onto a regimen of weight lifting and running and things like that. To build up my stamina and strength. I don't suppose there is a more traditional gym in this complex I can use for that? Actually, nevermind, I think Wayne Enterprises has one for employees and I bet it even has a rockwall..."

She blinked when he asked what else she had in mind for punishment and shook her head. "Oh no. I've seen movies before. Choosing your own punishment never goes well."
 
John nodded when Babs was smart enough not to focus on the match she'd just lost, or the apology that would never come. That was something positive he'd report to Sara when they met for breakfast in a few hours, as opposed to the negative report he'd thought might be required when she'd first seemed to lose her temper. He suspected Babs might also be giving a report of her own at some point today, and he wondered how hers would differ from his. But he knew better than to ask her about it, or so anything as silly as try and compare notes. He did nod as Babs mentioned the gym. "That is part of your training, and while there is a small gym here, and we'll be using it during your training, your correct. There is one at Wayne Enterprises..." John actually smirked slightly. "And yes, it has a rockwall, unlike here. No need to hide the fact you go to the gym, with your background it would be expected, just don't go overboard. You don't want to call attention to yourself."

John wasn't surprised when she didn't fall into his trap about her punishment. He'd suspected she was smart enough to realize he'd just add whatever punishment she thought of to the one he had in mind. He wasn't sure what movie she'd watched that had tipped her off, he'd thought he'd come up with the idea on his own, but there were so many movies out there it was hard to be completely original. Not that it mattered. John turned around and grabbed a chair from the corner, and placed it a few feet from the wall before he took a seat facing the nude teens. "Maybe a spanking will be sufficient reminder of the dangers of allowing sentiment to interfere with what has to be done sometimes in the field." He told her, no humor evident in his voice. He wasn't positive she'd thrown the match to give Chloe the win, but he knew it was a possibility. A possibility perhaps Babs wasn't even aware of.
 
She had no idea she might have a report to give and if she could have read John's mind she'd have been surprised by his thoughts about it. On the other hand, she had no doubt he was reporting to Sara about her. The computer in the other room that had her medical information left little doubt in her mind that they were tracking things about her fitness and training at least. She nodded when he confirmed a gym was part of her training and was pleased to hear that the one at Wayne Enterprises had a rockwall. She knew that would help build her upper body strength and also that she would need practice climbing things as she had little doubt she'd be climbing the sides of buildings from time to time. "Don't worry, I have no intention of making myself look like a bodybuilder or something..."

She watched as he grabbed a chair and took a seat. She wondered, briefly, if the punishment would be something like pushups while he watched from a comfy chair. When he spoke she was utterly shocked and she blinked slowly, unable to hide her reaction in the least. She darted her eyes towards Chloe, as if expecting her friend to tell her she'd heard wrong, then looked back at him. She frowned slightly at his reasoning for the punishment. Sentiment? What has to be done in the field? "John, I'm not a soldier. If I have to choose between letting a criminal escape and helping a civilian or a friend, I'll choose the latter. I want to help this city, but I won't sacrifice my humanity to do it."

She hesitated, looking from him to Chloe again and took a hesitant step forward. Was this another test? Her cheeks flamed as she glanced briefly at his lap then to his face. Maybe he wanted to see if she'd allow herself to be humiliated like this for a 'greater purpose'. Maybe he was a closet fetishist who just wanted to spank her.

"This...uhhh..." She trailed off, not sure what to say because in spite of it all she was aware of how much she needed this training. It was that thought that spurred her into action. What if he wanted to see if she refused so he could say she wasn't up for what the training required? She hesitated for another brief moment then, with heated cheeks, she gingerly moved to him and lay over his lap, trembling slightly and wishing suddenly that Chloe wasn't here to witness this.
 
John nodded when she confirmed she didn't want to look like a bodybuilder, but that wasn't his only concern. "Don't break any records or win any contests either." He cautioned her, He couldn't use Bruce for an example, but he was well aware Babs knew the man could likely set Olympic records in an event or two, but to do such a thing would draw way too much attention from the wrong kinds of people.

Had he gone too far? The look on her face when he declared what her punishment would be was one of utter shock, but honestly he'd expected as much. Surprising her, and seeing how she dealt with it, was an important part of her ongoing evaluation. The look on Chloe's face was even more pronounced, the blonde's jaw had dropped and her face had paled, an excellent visual indication to Babs her friend had heard the same thing she did. But when she protested it was his turn to be surprised as she objected to the motivation behind the punishment rather than the punishment itself. John wasn't sure how Sara would react to her new student being paddled, but he knew he was on solid ground as to the why. "You are a soldier. This is war." He corrected her. "But that's not the choice I'm talking about. Letting a criminal escape to hurt others isn't the right thing to do, but neither is letting someone get hurt if you can prevent it. In a situation like that, you have to make a split second decision, and there isn't a right answer most of the time. You just have to make the one you can live with easiest in retrospect. No matter what you decide, it will haunt you." Babs could probably tell John was speaking from personal experience in this regard. "That's not the human sentiment I was referring to. Throwing a match so your friend can have a win, however, is not something to be encouraged at this dojo. You are expected to always do your best no matter who your opponent is."

But that was as much of a delay as he would permit her, and it seemed she sensed that as she took a step forward. She was acutely embarrassed, that mush was obvious, but would her embarrassment override her determination? That was the question John really wanted an answer to, and he returned her gaze impassively as she ran the situation over in her mind. Whatever she had been going to say, she thought better of it as she actually did it. Not only closed the distance between them, but actually laid across his lap without further prompting.

He wasn't entirely surprised she did it. Training with Sara was a once in a lifetime chance not to be given up easily. But he hadn't fully planned on the sensations he'd experience when she did so. He felt her weight come across his thighs as she laid there, and could feel the heat from her torso through his pants. He couldn't see them, but he could also almost swear he could feel the undersides of her breasts press against his thigh as well. He could only imagine the view Chloe was getting. For his part...he'd seen her naked more often than clothed, but looking down at her bare back and butt from such a close angle was an entirely different experience. He didn't want her to think he'd demanded this punishment just as an excuse to ogle her, though, so before either of them could change their minds he brought his hand up and brought it down, hard, on her rear, the sound of the slap echoing in the room, and even causing Chloe to jump a bit. Her breasts he could see, and the sight of them jiggling sure didn't help the erection he felt forming. Despite what Babs might have thought, John was attracted to her, and the idea that the red head seemed willing to do anything he said was more tempting than he'd like to admit.
 
She blinked at John's next words. It made sense to her of course but she immediately saw an issue with it. "We need to win the tournament for Miyagi-Do. I'm quite happy if Sam or Chloe wins in the girl's division but if they don't, I'll have to step up and do it. I can't allow Sensei Larusso to lose his dojo if I can help." She was both relieved and a bit unhappy when she saw Chloe's reaction to John's choice to spank her. At least she knew it had really happened. It was also going to be quite humiliating for Chloe to see.

She nodded as John spoke and she already knew what choice she'd make. She had a suspicion Batman would make the exact same choice, choosing to save civilians even if it meant letting a dangerous criminal free for the time being. He probably told himself he'd catch them later. She blinked at his next accusation and felt a brief surge of anger but she brushed it aside and kept her cool. "I didn't throw the match! You sprayed my face with mace or something. I was in pain and could barely see. And at the end you interfered and threw the match for her yourself. I was making a come-back and had nearly tied our scores back up."

As she lay across his lap, something occured to her and she peered around, thinking back to that computer system with the monitors. She was sure there were one or more cameras in this room. That meant this was on video. And he could watch it later. Sara could. Anyone with access to the system could. Those thoughts disappeared the moment his hand slammed down on her taut rear. She let out a yelp, more out of surprise than pain though it had stung. Ironically, because of the mace she had mentioned, it didn't seem like the spanking hurt that much. Relatively speaking.

She blinked when she felt an erection forming under her. Perhaps naively she had assumed John was 'immune' to seeing her naked and just didn't care one way or the other. She thought it was purely about trying to push her in the training. Still, even if he was erect she assumed it was simply from the situation in general. A naked teenage girl in his lap getting spanked would probably arouse any straight male after all.
 
Clearly John had been expecting her to bring up the Miyago-Do situation, as he didn't hesitate for a moment to explain his...and probably Sara's...reasoning. "Given the level of training you have already received, and your known association with Sam, it would be more unusual if you didn't compete in the tournament, and do very well. And winning an 18 and under small scale tournament is quite a bit different than winning the Sakei Takei. Besides, if Cobra Kai wins, and they start recruiting Ghost Dragons in other cities, it will become a major problem. If winning a trophy can prevent that, it's worth the small risk."

He was not, however, so agreeable when she claimed she hadn't thrown the match, "It was OC spray." John clarified. It was important Babs knew the difference so she'd know what to expect from each. "And I wouldn't consider a score of four to one a comeback. Nor is an unexpected hit interference when I was clear there were no rules." The scores he recited were another exaggeration, and he suspected everyone present knew it, though he was curious how Babs would react to that.

John was so used to the idea that everything in the room was filmed it never occurred to him he could review the tapes later if needed. He was there, and knew what happened. The cameras were just in case something happened while he wasn't around in his mind.

He hadn't expected her to yelp when he swatted her rear, and his hand just rested there for a moment as he considered the possibility he'd actually hurt her. But he didn't want her to think he was trying to cop a feel or something so he quickly raised his hand and brought it down in another swat that echoed in the room. He had no idea she felt the erection beneath his pants as he brought his hand down again. And again. He made sure to spread the hits around a bit on her rear so she wouldn't be able to predict exactly where the next sway would land.
 
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