FAULT LINES ━━ titans [REWRITING]

TWENTY TWO.

And Abby Lance had never found someone she wanted to be more than the girl she found in Dick Grayson's brown irises.

"You gonna stare at that door forever?"

"That was the plan," Abby muttered, barely phased. "Was hoping it might burst into flames."

"Yeah it's looking kinda singed."

She turned to look at Noah Reyes, who was stood further down the corridor, bag of ice pressed against his cheek. The dark haired boy slowly approached, neither of them surprised to find the other still awake.

"You could just knock, y'know," Noah mused, stopping beside Abby.

"And make things easy?" Abby cast him a look, scoffing humorously, "What do you take me for? Normal?"

Noah frowned, false alarm spreading over his face, "I wouldn't dare."

Silence smothered them. Words felt like another language to Abby, and she could taste nothing but fear and regret and ash on her tongue. She hades uncertainty, but it was all she seemed to be left with as of late.

"I promise, he only bites when threatened." Noah grinned across at her, receiving a hard shove in response, stumbling to the side.

"Where's the Justice League when you need a hand," Abby grinned, not allowing herself another second of contemplation before she grabbed onto the door handle and barged straight into the motel room.

Coming to a halt in the middle of Noah and Dick's room, Abby's eyes eyes dragged up from the floor with her heartbeat in her ears. Her words were leaving her lips before her gaze settled on the sight before her. The half dressed and completely caught off guard sight of Dick Grayson.

Abby cut herself off, eyes practically popping from her skull as she snapped her line of sight to the wall beside herself, clearing her throat awkwardly as she began cursing frantically.

Dick seemed to have his breath caught in his throat, although a lopsided smile was beginning to form on his lips. He ran a bruised hand through his wet hair, his eyes alight, "Clearly you still don't know how to knock."

"Clearly you don't know what a shirt is," Abby muttered in a short response, glancing back at him in annoyance briefly, before looking away.

Enjoying the sight of her squirming, Dick leant back against the motel room's cabinets, folding his arms. "No no, I know what a shirt is."

Abby glared at him, clearing her throat again before squaring her shoulders and turning to face him, "Okay look I'm just gonna say it because I can't just leave it and I've been running this scenario over in my head like a fucking gazillion times and I keep getting the same answer and I —."

"I feel like you're getting to a point but I don't —," Dick began, interrupting her with a raised eyebrow and a prompting shake of his head.

"The point is I can't do this without you," Abby gushed. "I need you in this with me. I don't know how or why but I do. I can't get through this if you aren't by my side, Dick Grayson." Abby took a breath, staring at him for a moment, before her voice took on a more sarcastic tone. "Mostly because I think you're probably the only one who can still put up with my whiplash worthy mood swings. Okay?"