It's been about 2 months since reuniting with Dick. Tonight, Dick invited me out to dinner. He said he had something to tell me.
I didn't want to wear anything fancy so I was wearing a beige sweater, black leggings and boots. I also had a scarf since it was getting cold. I looked at the name of the cafe we were meeting at and got a cab. I paid the driver and went into the cafe, the place we were supposed to meet before our dinner. I was escorted to a table with a view of the park that was across the street. I looked at my watch, and I was early... very early... by about an hour.... so, I ordered a parfait and a (drink).
My parfait arrived and I smiled at it, it was ridiculously cute. "Man, I don't wanna eat this now.." I said turning it.
An hour had passed and I had finished my parfait and my drink. I looked at my watch and it was already 7. At this point, we had missed our dinner reservations. I paid for my parfait and (Drink), and left the cafe. I walked across the street to the park, and went to the fountain that was build in the middle of it. I sat on the ledge and sighed looking at the starless, moonless sky. I considered whether or not to call or text Dick. The past 2 months, Dick hasn't been late or stood me up before. "Maybe something happened at work.. he is a cop after all..." I mumbled and decided to head home.
I got my keys out of my purse as I rode in the elevator. The doors opened and I walked down the halls, looking through my many keychains for my keys. My foot hit something and I stumbled, but caught myself. I turned around wondering if I had tripped on a package or something and froze seeing it was Dick. I crouched next to him and his face was flushed, and his breathing was belated.
"Dick?" I called his name softly and placed a hand on his shoulder and he flinched away from my touch.
".. Alfred.. 5 more minutes.." he mumbled.
I sighed and opened the door and threw my purse onto the table and carried Dick into my apartment. "God, you're heavy.." I sighed putting him on my couch slowly. I placed a pillow under his head and took off his shoes and unbuttoned his suit jacket, laying it on the table.
I went into the kitchen and got my biggest bowl and a clean towel. I got a smaller bowl and placed it in the big bowl. I put ice in the big bowl, surrounding the small one and water in the small bowl. I went back into my living room and dipped the towel in the water, and squeezed it, laying it over Dick's forehead.
".. I should call someone..." I muttered. "... Who do I call..." I thought and looked through Dick's jacket, not able to find his phone. I carefully searched his pockets on his pants, and luckily found his phone. It was locked, obviously. He had the fingerprint passcode. ".. which finger would he use.." I looked at his hands. "Which hand would he use.." I bit my lip and chanced it with his right thumb. "Lucky." I smiled at the unlocked phone. I went into his contacts and saw a bunch of names which I didn't recognize. Some had weird initials next to them, but I payed them no attention, trying to find his brothers, or Alfred.
"Found it!" I smiled and clicked on Jason's name.
It rung for a bit, "Dick! Where the hell are you!! You're injured and you just run off!!" Jason yelled.
"Dick's hurt?" I asked aloud and turned back to Dick.
"Hello? Whose this?!" Jason asked.
"Oh, sorry. It's me, (Y/n)?" I said.
"Ah, I see. Umm.. any chance, did you hear what I said?" he asked me.
"Dick's hurt?" I asked looking at Dick.
"W-well... I... crap.. hold on, we should do this is person. You're at home right?" he asked.
"yeah.." I answered.
"We're on our way." he said.
"Okay.." I said and put Dick's phone down. I changed his towel and sat next to him awkwardly.
"(Y/n)..." I heard him call my name, and his eyes were looking in my direction but were unfocused, which was honestly scary.
"Yeah?" I answered moving so I was in front of him.
"Sorry.. I was late.." he mumbled reaching his hand out and placing it on my hand.
"It's okay." I smiled laying my other hand over his. "Just sleep, and get better. I'll be here, alright?" I asked and he smiled slightly nodding.
"Thank you..." he whispered and he went back to sleep.
A light knocking was heard at my door and I quietly stood up and went to open the door.
"Sorry for barging in like this." Jason said as Tim rushed past me, and went straight to Dick. Damian following after.
"What happened, did you get into a fight or something?" I asked closing the door behind them.
"Yeah, let's go with that." Jason said.
Tim had taken off Dick's shirt and I gasped seeing the bandages and scars around him, and the bandages wrapped around his torso with stains of red blotched onto them.
"Idiot, running off instead of getting bandaged properly.." Damian said and held Tim remove and renew Dick's bandages. I couldn't look, so I turned away.
"I I... um.. get some,... tea.." I said and went into the kitchen and got out 4 cups and heated up some water.
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Tim and Damian had finished whatever they were doing and Dick was now laying shirtless on my couch, with a blanket over him and a fresh towel over his forehead. I sat there awkwardly as the brothers were looking and making gestures and incoherent noises.
"What were about to tell you, you can't tell anyone else, alright?" I looked at Jason.
"Sure, but what is it?" I asked.
"I'm Red Robin." Tim said.
"Red Hood." Jason said raising his hand.
"Robin." Tim said pointing to Damian.
"Nightwing." Jason pointed at Dick.
".... If all of you are... then that makes Batman... Mr.Wayne?" I asked the last bit in a whisper and Jason nodded.
"Is that what happened tonight? Some bad guy?" I asked.
"He wasn't supposed to be on duty tonight, since he had made plans with you... but something happened to one of our hero friends.. and Dick said he'd help." Tim said.
"Well, in short, things got messy, didn't go according to plan." Jason said and I nodded.
"No one was killed or anything, but Dick got a nasty cut... He said it was nothing bad and hurried back to the cave while us three were rounding up the bad guys." Tim said.
"We get back to the cave, and we find bandages on the ground, and after finding Dick's suit, and how big the wound was, and well, you can piece together the rest.." Damian said.
"He rushed here, since he was late... but I wasn't home.." I said. "His wounds could have gotten infected from the haphazard way he put them on, giving him a high fever.." I said.
"Did you study medicine?" Jason asked.
".. No, but that happens in those modern dramas these days.. so I thought it must have been the case.." I said.
"Well, Damian and I have cleaned the wound and bandaged it properly.. it'd be better if he stayed here. Moving him round won't be good for the wound." Tim said and I nodded.
"It's fine." I answered.
"When he wakes up, don't tell him we told you these things.. He probably wasn't ready for you to know these things, so.." Jason stopped.
"I understand." I said and they nodded and looked at each other.
"We.. we'll leave him in your care. Our butler Alfred will come by sometime tomorrow for him." Tim said and I nodded.
"Be careful on your way back." I said and they nodded.
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It was the next morning and I didn't have work today.One of my rare day offs. I checked on Dick and he looked better. His breathing was normal and his face wasn't as flushed as last night. I removed his towel and lay my hand on his forehead, feeling his temperature. He was a bit warm still, but not bad. I placed down a new towel and got a bottle of water, and went to find some pain medicine. I placed it on the table for him. I checked my fridge seeing I had no food. I didn't want to leave and buy food in case Dick wakes up.
I looked through my drawer of takeout menus and found some place pretty cheap, but had good food. I ordered some chicken noodle soup and some breadsticks. The total came to be around $10. I waited for the delivery and opened my door when there was a knock and paid the guy and taking the food. I placed the chicken noodle soup on the kitchen counter and I was eating my breadsticks with the dipping sauce and a can of coke.
I heard groaning and looked up to see Dick was awake, "Where am I.." I heard his voice.
"Where do you think?" I asked him. He must have been surprised because he immodestly sat up and I quickly stood up and moved next to him with my hand on his shoulder. "Lay down." I said as he held his torso biting his lip. "Geez..." I sighed as he lay back down and I fixed the blanket and renewed the towel again.
"I'll get your food." I said and got a fork and a spoon. I walked back out and grabbed a short stool and sat on it next to my couch and left the spoon on a napkin on the table. I stirred the chicken noodle soup with the fork, blowing on it. "Open." I said twirling the noodles around the fork, and feeding it to him.
"What happened?" he asked as he chewed.
"Don't talk and chew." I scolded and wiped his mouth with a napkin. I continued feeding him, and also gave him a couple spoonfuls of the soup.
I helped him sit up a little, "Here." I said and shook out a pill and held it over his mouth. He opened his mouth and I dropped it in his mouth and held the bottle of water in my hand. I tilted the bottle, letting the water flow into his mouth and he easily swallowed it with the pill. I lay him back down and dapped away the water with a napkin. I sat back down and continued eating my breadstick.
".. Are you mad?" he asked.
"I don't know.." I answered looking at him. He had a slightly sad smile on his face when I answered him. "Don't look at me like that." I said turning my head.
"Then how should I look at you?" he asked.
".. Just go to sleep.." I mumbled.
"Thanks for taking care of me." he said.
"I didn't do much, your brothers came over last night and helped out." I said.
"They did?" he asked.
"Yeah." I answered and began cleaning up the table since I finished eating.
"Did they say anything?" he asked.
"Nothing, just that you got into a fight." I said.
"What kind of fight?" he asked.
"It's Gotham, what other fights could they be talking about?" I asked.
".. I needed to tell you something.. last night.." he said.
"Tell me what?" I asked sitting on the stool, looking at him.
"I'm... I... how do I say this..." he mumbled to himself. "I'm Nightwing." he said to me.
"I see.." I said nodding. "Is that it?" I asked him.
"Y-yeah.." he said.
"Alright, well... good for you, I guess?" I asked and he smiled.
"Really good for you?" he asked.
"Well, what am I supposed to say?" I asked.
"Maybe, wow? or Why didn't you tell me before, or something like that?" he asked.
"Who do you think I am? I'm not one of your fangirls." I smiled.
"Then what are you?" He asked smiling.
".. your friend." I said and he looked at me surprised.
"Really?" he asked and I nodded.
"Yeah." I said went to my purse and showed him a note from about a month and a half ago.
"Do you want to be friends?
- From dude who left
Yes"
My hand scribbled yes was at the bottom of his note.
"Thank god." he smiled and held the note in his hand tightly.
"Yes, yes.. Now don't move around too much. Alfred should be coming around later today to take you back and get patched up, Nightwing." I smiled.
"Stop it." he said looking at me as I fixed his blanket.
"I also cleaned your shirt, there was some blood on it." I said showing him his folded shirt and suit jacket on the side.
"Thanks." he said.
"No problem." I said.
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I was helping down to the car with Alfred. He was walking pretty well, but he was limping since he had to distribute his weight to the other half of his body. I helped him get in the car. "By the way Dick?" I called out before I closed the door.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"I already knew you were Nightwing." I whispered smiling.
"Wait, what, how-" I closed the door and walked back into my apartment.
"How'd you know!!" he yelled and I turned waving.
"Ask your brothers!!" I said as the car drove off.
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..... Part 5?