This was requested by @WinterFrost250 and is based off number 5 (A: What are you doing? B: Avoiding. A: Avoiding what? B: Everything). I just realised I mixed up two of your requests and oh my god I am so sorry! I re-edited this cause I deleted a part and it needs to make sense.
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(Y/N) pov
I snuggle into the soft eiderdown duvet and close my eyes, taking in its scent. It still smells of the things I love, that floral scent takes me back to my early childhood, to simpler times. I wrap the duvet a little tighter around me, thinking about him. His childish face, his mischievous grin, had been a brick dungeon, a place I felt so unable to get out of, unable to talk to anyone from, unable to be myself. It brakes my heart to realize that he saw a cold war instead of sweet love between the two of us. I was only entertainment to this man, someone to take for a "test drive," or worse still, "a joy ride," not caring if I was left a burnt-out wreck at the end. I had already yelled my fuckin' lungs out whilst telling Dick and Jason what happened over a couple of beers. But somehow I find myself just as angry as I was before. With a sigh, I haul my tired body out of bed. Grabbing my duvet, speaker, (F/B) and phone, I exit my apartment and make my way to the rooftop.
Living in Gotham means that more people are out and about at night, cars race around with their headlights on, businesses light their fluorescent signs. The tall buildings are in an exact grid pattern. The ubiquitous skyscrapers are smudged by the smog-filled sky. Nights like this remind me why I wish I live in the country. I want to see the dark blanket we call the sky littered with twinkling stars. The beauty of the night sky is always masked by the artificial lights and aeroplanes soaring across. For just one night, all I wanna see is the moon and a sky full of stars. However, the strangest thing is that each time I'm up here, watching the busy street, I'm able to relax.
I connect my phone to the speaker and scroll through my Spotify playlists, finally deciding on some soft music. Humming quietly I adjust the duvet around my shoulders, encasing myself in plush warmth. I sit myself down on the ledge of the rooftop, my dangling legs reminding me of when I was a child. I adjust my balance, making sure I'm secure before opening (F/B). I cast my eyes down to the busy street, watching a couple of girls drunkenly stumbling around the street whilst squealing.
I turn my attention back to the book allowing myself to be sucked into it, forgetting my surroundings. Reading is my escape from reality. My imagination takes over as I become further entranced, fantasizing what the characters look like and how they act. It's crazy how much something as casual as reading can leave such an impact on you. I live each page in breathless rapture. The characters leaping out at me.
"Miss, are you alright?!" A voice calls out.
I now notice how close to the ledge edge I actually am, I must have moved without realising it. I jerk forward in fright with a yelp, however, I'm pulled back by someone. I watch my duvet flutter to the street below catching the attention of the drunk girls. I look up, realising I'm in the arms of Nightwing whilst Red Hood and Red Robin watch a few feet away.
"I got ya," Nightwing soothes.
"You better have," I sassily reply.
My heart is pounding, not only because of the adrenaline running through my body but because gad damn, this man is fine! He continues to look better the longer I not-so-discreetly stare. His lips are pale and thin, his nose slender and rounded. His prominent jaw curves gracefully around and the strength of his neck, showing the twining cords of muscle that shapes his entire body; strong arms, bold thighs and calves, a firm chest and abdomen.
"Will you be okay if I let you go?" He asks.
"No..." I sigh.
"No?" He asks, arching an eyebrow.
"YES! I MEAN YES!" I practically screech upon realising what I previously said.
"Alright," He chuckles, helping me steady myself.
My cheeks are suddenly kissed pink as if they were a spring rose. Nightwing hangs back, allowing me time to compose myself, probably fighting back the smile breaking out across his face. I can't believe that had happened, and in front of vigilantes too!
"I think you broke her," Red Robin mutters.
"No, no! I'm okay. I just got a fright, that's all." I awkwardly laugh.
"So, care to explain why you're up here?" Red Hood asks.
"Uh, I was just...you know, avoiding..." I murmur.
"Avoiding what?" Nightwing asks.
"Everything, I guess," I respond, shrugging my shoulders.
"So, you weren't trying to..." Red Robin begins.
"Jump? Oh, definitely not! Although, I now see why you would think that..." I quickly interrupt.
"20 bucks, pay up." Red Hood mutters, elbowing Red Robin in the ribs.
"You didn't seriously bet on whether or not I have jumped?" I ask, shocked.
"Believe it or not, being the bat's least favourite son doesn't pay," Red Hood shrugs.
"He's also not funding my coffee addiction," Red Robin adds.
"Just don't take it personally..." Nightwing murmurs.
"So, boy troubles or something?" Red Hood suddenly asks.
"Unfortunately," I sigh.
"Oh damn, spill girl!" He urges, seemingly excited.
"I'm so sorry," Red Robin sighs as if he's in pain.
"I should have seen the signs, you know? I was just naive. This dude, Daniel, said I was his soul mate. The literally the next god damn day, he said he was in love with someone else! I mean, I don't think I asked for much. I wasn't a bad girlfriend. I mean yeah, of course, I want a few extra kisses, a long hug, some scribbled notes of affection on the occasion. But that doesn't mean I'm an attention whore or anything. Oh and get this! He accused me of hooking up with my friend Dick, while I was with him! I didn't for your information." I explain.
"Sounds like an asshole," Red Hood casually states.
"Agreed," Red Robin nods.
"Yeah, he kinda was, now that I think about it." I sigh whilst shaking my head.
"The most important thing is that you're not with him anymore. Go out and find someone better. He never deserved you." Nightwing nods.
"Maybe I will." I shrug.
I think back to when Dick and I were children. I was so shy and uncomfortable back then. We met the day I joined the circus, we were both seven then. At the train station, he would sit across from me with a small smile. Our toes could hardly touch the floor then. I remember being cross with him all the time. But there was laughter. Oh, what a shrill chorus we made. Giggling over such mischievous things. Cramming our thumbs into an occasional cooling pie on Ms Darcey's windowsill, using the dumbwaiter as our own personal elevator, yowling at the neighbour's hounds till we had them foaming at the mouth. How gracefully he seemed to evade punishment. With such clumsy, tripping feet, I could never follow. He was always getting me into trouble, but then again, just as easily getting me out of it. Then the circus closed down and he lost his parents, gradually we drifted apart until I moved back to Gotham. We rekindled our friendship and slowly, those old feelings had risen once more but the chance of us being a couple is lower than zero.
"Well, it's probably time I go back inside, it's like 3 am." I yawn.
"You don't have coffee in there do you?" Red Robin asks with hope.
"I wish." I laugh with a shake of my head.
I collect the rest of my things and finish saying goodbye. Waves of happiness and relief wash over me, and I feel it soak right into my bones. All the remaining anguish of the past few days melts like snowballs in a microwave. As soon as I'm in my apartment, I flop onto my bed, falling asleep almost instantly.