Y/N = Your Name; Y/F/N = Your Full Name; Y/N/N = Your Nickname; Y/E/C = Your Eye Color
- Dick's POV -
I don't think I can make it. My side is bleeding, my muscles ache, and the rain isn't helping either. I can't go to the manor, it's too far of a walk...I'll have to go to Y/N's house. It's not far, and my only option. I just hope she doesn't reject me.
Y/F/N is my best friend - we met when we were really young, and instantly became friends. You could never separate us. If you were looking for one, you would automatically find the other too. We went to school together too - most of our classes were the same, and we always helped each other out. It was fun...but then we grew up. She went to school for nursing, while I kept my secret...ever since I became Robin, I've been dying to tell her what I really am, who I really am. After all these years, I still feel the same way. I can't keep this act up much longer; she deserves to know.
The wet precipitation cuts through the sky like a thousand knives in the air. The side of my face and my chest are gushing with blood. My back and shoulders have bruises across my skin. It hurts like a bitch. Y/N would know what to do - she's been training for this; to become a nurse, I mean. Just the thought of seeing that beautiful face is enough to make my heart race.
Yeah...I've had a crush on my Y/N for awhile now; but the more I think about it, the more I think I'm in love with her. She's so caring and sweet, but can be aggressive when she wants to be. She's always been there for me...I don't know where I would be without her. Probably dead...yeah, probably.
Before I know it, I'm on top of Y/N's apartment building and I'm on the brink of passing out from the blood loss. I need her; I need her more than ever. I begin to limp down the fire escape stairs slowly, careful not to stress myself out. I spot her window and sigh in relief, hopping down to the window. Because of my state, I slip and fall on my side, causing me to cry out in agony.
- Y/N's POV -
"Ahh!" A shout cries out in pain. My head shoots up at the noise and I gulp slightly. What if it's some creep, or a robber, or worse?...Gotham City is a very dangerous place...but my good side comes out. Standing up from my bed, I put my bookmark in the spine of my book and throw it on my desk. I quickly jog over to my window, slowly opening it.
The skies are a deep gray, heavy rain pounding on the stairs and the cement. I'm about to go inside, when I hear a small moan of pain. I look at the large figure right in front of me and gasp. Nightwing? On my window? His black and blue suit is teared in some places, and where the cloth is removed, bruises paint the hero in different shapes and colors. I have to help him, he could die if I just leave him out here.
I climb out of the window when I open it more and bend down to help the man up. Wrapping his muscular arm around my shoulders, and my arm around his waist, I struggle to lift him up. He's a strongly built guy, while I'm weak and small. "C'mon, Nightwing, help me out here," I grumble softly.
A deep chuckle vibrates through his bleeding chest. "Sorry babe," he whispers, taking some of his weight off of me. "I'm trying here."
"That makes two of us," I smile softly, helping him through the window. We're both drenched to the bone, from the rain, but him more than me - he's shivering under my arms. "C'mon, I'll patch you up." I can practically feel the energy being sucked out of him. Nightwing's feet began to drag as I drag him to my bed. I carefully put him on the soft duvet, trying not to hurt him. He winces. "I-I'm sorry," I apologize weakly, trying to make him comfortable.
Nightwing winces again and chuckled deeply. "It's fine babe," he shifts around, shoulders tensing in excruciating pain. "Not your fault."
My hands shake. Is it excitement? Fear? I'm not sure. 'C'mon, Y/N, get your head in the game,' I think to myself. 'Stay whelmed. Not underwhelmed, not overwhelmed. Whelmed.' I practically run to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kid out of the cabinet and running back to my bedroom. Blood is splashed on the hardwood, but it's still dripping out of the hero by the buckets.
