Chapter Eight

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Dick's Point of View

"...what the hell?" a soft voice whispered as it disrupted my light sleep.

I woke up to see Brooklyn, her eyes groggy and red, scanning her surroundings. Her dark brown hair was all over the place and her cheeks had lost their rosy glow. Her gaze shifted to her side, where she saw the gun wound. Her eyes widened at the grotesque sight and she looked up at me, smiling.

"Now, that's what I call chivalry," she chuckled, afterwards wincing in pain, "Ow."

The corners of my mouth curled slightly, "Yeah, sadly laughing is kinda off limits right now."

She rolled her eyes and turned her head so she was looking up at the ceiling. There was a long pause. Her eyebrows furrowed as everything seemed to sink in with her.

"Where am I?" she muttered.

"Mount Justice," I stated, "This is where my team gets together when I'm not doing solo missions."

She nodded her head assuring approval, "I like it. It's got a nice vibe to it."

There was another long silence and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I had to confront her about it.

"Brooklyn, why would you take that bullet for me?"

Her eyes continued to look up and she sounded sure in her answer, "Pure instinct. I just had to."

" You didn't have to. You didn't have to get hurt."

"I was there. I had to save you."

"No, you didn't. I could have managed!"

For some reason, anger began to bubble up inside me. Seeing her hurt like this made it flow over and it overcame me. She was acting like this was normal, like she had done this before. It should have been me.

"You shouldn't have even been there in the first place! I told you to stay put at home!" I spat out at her, regretting every word that fell out of my mouth.

She looked at me, astonished, "Are you kidding me?"

"You don't need to get involved! This is my job, my duty. I don't want you to get in the way!" I turned away, completely regretting my word choice.

"...get in the way?" she spoke quietly, her voice like a soft, feathery whisper, "Well, it's all over and done now. You can't do anything about it. I took a bullet for you. Deal with it."

I didn't know what to say after that. I didn't need to say anything.

She continued on, "Do you think this is what I do all the time? I'm a just a girl who hacks computers and is trying to make it through senior year. I don't know what your alias's life is like. But, you don't need to be a hero to know you need to save someone's life, Nightwing."

Brooklyn's Point of View

Nightwing looked at me, his facial expression blank and puzzled. He had something else on his mind that he wanted to ask about, I could tell. I knew what it was too and I wasn't looking forward to it.

"Go ahead," I sighed, "Ask."

His eyes blinked rapidly against his domino mask and looked down at his shoes.

"You woke up a little after the surgery," he began, "...crying and screaming about this nightmare. You were telling someone not to leave."

There was a heavy pause and he continued, "Brooklyn. Were you telling your parents not to leave?"

My heart grew heavy in my chest and my side seemed to hurt even more. I let out a heavy sigh, "Since I literally just took a bullet for you, I guess I could tell you a little about my parents...

"When I was twelve, my parents disappeared from my life. They worked at Wayne Tech and were going to work on this new piece of technology on a remote island off the coast of South America. They never told me the name of the island or what they were going to work on, but I knew it was something big, something important.

One fateful evening, they got on our family boat and said goodbye. They emailed me once before they fell off the face of the Earth. After that, they were gone. Bruce Wayne searched everywhere for them. Every time he came up with nothing. No boat remains were found, their boat wasn't registered at docks anywhere, so he made something up.

He told Karen and my other family that the boat was swept away in a storm and that my parents drowned. I knew this was obviously a bunch of bullshit, since I hacked into Bruce's systems to see what he was uncovering. Ever since they disappeared, I've been trying to find where they went."

Nightwing just looked at me, his face covered with a mix of wild emotions. One of them being sympathy, like he knew the feeling of having lost parents. I had an impulse to hug him right then and there.

"Anyways, the Penguin's shipment came from South America around the same area that my parents were going to. I thought it might give me some clues on why they're gone. That's why I came to watch," I continued then smirked, "I knew I was going to win that bet anyways. Criminals are always on time."

Nightwing smiled at me contently and I felt relieved that I was able to lighten up the mood. It felt good to finally get my parent's story off my chest.

"Well," he said, "Let's get you dressed up. I'm sure I have some extra t-shirts in my room. Also, I can get you some really good pain medication and bandages so that no one will be able to see your injury and you won't be able to feel it that much."

I sighed in relief, "Thank god. I don't know how I could hide this from my godmother."

We both laughed as he brought me over some pills and a glass of water. I swallowed the pills and downed the whole glass of water. He left the room quickly and soon returned with something in his hand. He unfolded a purple shirt with the name "Hal's Gymnastics Studio" printed over the front. The name sounded so familiar...

"Purple looks good on you," he shrugged and smiled as he held it out in front of me.

I blushed wildly and his cheeks turned red in return. He unhooked me from the IV and looked at the top half of my hospital gown. "Um, may I?" he asked, checking to see if I was wearing a bra.

"...oh! Yeah, of course."

"Okay, cool," he said softly, "This will hurt a little since the medication hasn't kicked in yet."

I nodded my head as he took off his gloves. He gently lifted off the shirt portion of my gown. I lifted my arms, grunting in pain. His skin lightly grazed mine as he whispered, "Shhhhh. It'll go away soon."

My heart fluttered as he placed his shirt over my head and slid it down my body. It fell over me like a soft blanket and I felt at peace. I was basked in the smell of his cologne and I couldn't get enough.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders to help lift me up off the bed. He irresistibly hovered his mouth over my ear, his lips teasing me gently, "Com'on. Let's get you home."

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