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When the steel elevator doors open I ran down the steps anxiously still in a state of shock over what happened upstairs. I only ever was in the Batcave for training, and it was an odd experience to be running through the odd space that was Bruce's secret hideout under Wayne Manor. 

"Alfred!" I called out, until coming to a sudden stop at the sight of Batman standing over a medical bed covering most of the view of the person laying in front of him. But I didn't need to be closer to know who it was, his boots alone told me it was Dick. 

"What happened?" I asked as I cautiously stepped towards them, afraid of getter to close and face the reality what was happening. Bruce and Dick had returned with serious injuries before, but never to the extent of one of them laying unconscious because of their injuries.

"Scarecrow." Bruce replied simply as he pulled off his cowl, which I found odd as he never had done that it in front of me before. I had only ever seen him as Bruce Wayne or Batman, never as both.

Alfred calmly stepped into the room holding a tray of tea and biscuits. "Master Grayson seems to have been affected by Scarecrows fear toxin, we already administered the antidote. However it is his three broken ribs that are not as easily fixed. I suspect at least two weeks before he has made at least a partial recovery."

"He's going to be okay, right?" I questioned as I brushed a sweaty strand of hair from Dick's face, which was covered in numerous bruises. 

"Of course. Master Grayson is simply being dramatic, he has faced worse." Alfred stated simply as he pored a cup of tea. "You called for me Miss. Freemont?" 

I nodded the memory of the woman at the window suddenly coming back to me. Now it seemed much less important than it was moment ago. Suddenly Alfred was holding out a cup of hot tea towards me, and when I reached out I noticed that my hand were trembling.

"For the nerves." 

"Thank you Alfred." I said as I took a deep breath not exactly sure what to say or where to begin. "Well, Catwoman was upstairs in your room Bruce."

Hearing the thief's name caught Bruce's attention as he turned towards me, though his expression didn't give away any surprise at the news. "Did she say something?"

"Yeah, she said 'tell Bats I'll be waiting' and then she left." I continued, though I was starting to become curious about the fact that Bruce didn't seem surprised or angry at the news. Initially I thought that he was going to be furious that one of Gotham's villains had not only entered his home but also discovered his true identity. "Bruce...she knows you're Batman."

I waited even the slightest reaction from Bruce, but when I didn't get one I turned to Alfred who wore the slightest of smirks. "You know."

"Yes." Alfred replied instead, while he gave me an expectant look as he waited for me to drink from the mug in my hands. This was a look that I now knew too well, so I instinctively began to sip the warm tea. "Batman and Catwoman are... involved."

I froze suddenly choking on my tea. Daring a glance at Bruce to find his face a neutral as every, but that didn't stop the smile on my lips as I pressed them tightly together to prevent myself from laughing. The realization that maybe Catwoman wasn't there to steal but for something else dawning on me.

Up until this point I had a hard time separating Bruce from Batman. In my mind Batman was still like an urban legend, a story that everyone knew but wasn't true. This new knowledge making him human before my eyes. I was snapped out of my thought when I suddenly felt a hand take a hold of mine, out of instinct I pulled it back. 

"I'm going to pretend that my feelings aren't hurt." Dick muttered as a ghost of a smile came across his lips. But he groaned when he attempted to laugh and I reached out to take his hand again. I heard as someone cleared their throats behind me and when I turned around I watched as Bruce and Alfred left the room.

I placed my cup of tea on the table, glad that now I didn't have to finish it. In just the couple of months that I had been staying at Wayne Manor I've had more cups of tea than I've ever had in my entire life. 

"I have to say it is so much better to wake up to your face and not Bruce or Alfred's." 

"How can you say that?" I questioned playfully as I took a seat beside him. "Alfred is very handsome."

Dick chuckled and then had to instantly clutch at his side in pain. He played his head back against his pillow, and I suddenly remembered all the scar across his torso knowing that Alfred was right and that he probably had faced a lot worse than a couple of broken ribs. 

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"It could be worse." Dick replied as he reached out to brush my hair out of my face. The action giving me the incentive I needed to lean down and kiss him. He seemed to want to pull me closer, but I moved back before he could. Afraid to hurt him. "I feel so much better now."

I smiled and shook my head. "You are so cliche."

***

I knocked on the door once before opening it and slipping inside, closing the door behind me. Dick was in bed staring at the ceiling, clearly bored out of his mind. Today was supposed to be his last day of bed rest and although Dick insisted that he was able to continue training, However Alfred wouldn't allow it until the end of the two weeks.

"I was almost afraid it was going to be Alfred tonight." Dick stated as I took a seat on the edge of the bed. "I don't think I can drink another cup of tea.

I rolled my eyes and as I handed him is mug of hot chocolate. "Alfred was right. You are dramatic." 

"Or maybe I just enjoy you nursing me back to health." He replied as he took a sip and shifted closer to me. "All this attention you're giving me, I don't want it to stop."

"Well you better hurry up and get better." I stated as I placed my mug on the bedside table, the simple action making me wince. Walking up the steps to the second floor was possibly the most challenging act I had ever done, every part of my body sore from training. "These training sessions with Bruce are killing me."

"That bad?"

"He certainly doesn't hold back. And I realized you were going easy on me this whole time." I continued to complain, though what I was saying was true. Dick was going easy on me Bruce had said so himself on our first training session. "But I have improved a lot."

Dick looked at me with mock offense. "Are you saying I wasn't a good teacher."

"That's exactly what I'm saying." I stated, and although there was humor in my tone there was also truth to my words. Bruce was a lot more intense, but that didn't change the fact that his teaching techniques were incredible. 

"I think I'm getting a little jealous."

I laughed as I leaned back against the pillows the ache in my lower back making it hard for me to sit straight. "You shouldn't be."

Dick also placed his cup aside as he laid down beside me. "Are you going to stay tonight?"

For most nights these past two weeks I had been sleeping in Dick's room. Nothing more serious than kissing happened, Dick's injuries wouldn't have allowed it even if we had wanted to. Dick never seemed to show any intentions of taking it any farther. But as I looked at him now I could see a that maybe that had changed. "Do you want me to stay?"

"Always." He replied as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine, and it wasn't long before his body was pressed against mine as he lips began to explore my neck. This was now familiar to me, but that didn't matter as my mind and body reacted the same slowly slipping into a state of bliss.

I felt as though I was losing sense of all reason as I suddenly found myself pulling Dick's t-shirt over his head. He smiled before he continued to kiss me the intensity of each kiss increasing as he slowly began pulling at the hem of my shirt. 

"It's okay." I encouraged, feeling that I couldn't get enough of this moment and greedily wanting more. 

"Are you sure?" He asked as he looked down as me with concern. Although at the moment I wasn't sure about many things in my life, I was sure about Dick Grayson in this moment. That if I was going to be with anyone for the first time I wanted that person to be the boy who was looking down at me right now. 

"Yes." I replied breathlessly  as I pulled Dick back down to me not wanting to lose this moment and try to memorize every second of it. Because even if Dick Grayson wasn't mine to have this moment would be. 

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