Brooklyn's Point of View
I got up the next morning extra early so I didn't have to carpool with Dick to school. I was so upset that he didn't come see me after my audition, especially because he was with trashy Cindy Crawford.
What does he see in her anyways? I can't believe he would do this to me. I'm just going to pretend that I don't care at all.
I came downstairs at 6:30 a.m. and Karen was sitting at the dining room table with her morning cup of coffee. "You're up early?" she mumbled curiously as she took a sip.
"Thought I might get to school early today, that's all," I replied as I pulled a yogurt cup from out of the fridge, "I could use a walk this morning."
"Mhm. Does this have something to do with the audition yesterday?"
I stopped my movements and sighed for a slight moment, "No, Karen. My audition went fantastic yesterday, remember?"
"Mhm. Well, have a great day. If you need to talk, let me know."
"I don't need to talk," I rolled my eyes at her and marched towards the front door, "Everything is fine."
I slammed the door behind me and realized I forgot my sweatshirt. A cool breeze blew across my cheek as I stood their stubbornly.
I do not want to go back inside that house. I guess I'll just walk it off.
School was a twenty minute walk away and ten minutes in, I started to want to be in that warm, heated car with Dick.
No, you're mad at him. Don't give in.
I began to pick up my pace as I heard a "psssst" come out from an alleyway next to me. I stopped in my tracks and took a few steps back.
"What?" I whispered harshly.
There in my view was Nightwing, leaning up against the dark wall. He was eating an apple nonchalantly and flashed me a smile.
"Why are you out right now? Shouldn't you be called Daywing instead?" I smirked.
"Very funny," he said as he finished his breakfast and tossed it in a dumpster, "I was out doing my morning run and saw you walking alone. I didn't want you to be out here all by yourself."
I narrowed my eyes at him and took a step closer, "But you were stalking me?"
"What? No I wasn -- "
"No, I wasn -- "
"Brooklyn! Stop. I'm just looking out for you."
By this time, our faces were only inches apart and I could smell the sweet apple on his lips. He glanced delicately at mine as his mysterious blue eyes scanned my whole face. His strong hand went up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. He began to lean in close to me and my heart began to flutter. His lips hovered over my ear, his voice soft and gentle, "You should probably get to class soon."
He backed away slowly, with a smirk on his face. He shot his grappling hook up towards the roof and flew out of my sight once again.
"Ugh, Nightwing!" I shouted, trying to hide my grin.
I continued my trek towards school and had a smile painted across my face. At that moment, I thought I would never stop thinking about those blue eyes looking into mine.
Dick's Point of View
(Earlier That Morning)
I walked over to Alfred, who was placing my backpack in the car. I took another bite out of the toast in my hand and let out a heavy sigh.
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"...how do you get through all the violence, all the trauma you see?" "...I think about the ones I love." Brooklyn Wilson has just returned to Gotham, five years after being away from her home. Her parents mysteriously died when she was only twelve...