Hank said the last he'd seen of Dick he was in the comms room, but something told me he wouldn't be when we got back home. Maybe it was because that's where he was keeping everyone lately, or because it was where we went to clear our heads, but I knew I would find him in the training room even before I set foot inside.

I stood against the doorframe, quietly watching Dick wail on the speed bag above him, his hands nearly a blur. I watched the muscles of his back twitch under his shirt the faster he went, the tension building and releasing in waves. Whatever he'd spoken to Roy about wasn't good and I could practically feel it in the energy he was exuding.

Before I could speak, he gave the speed bag one final punch; so hard that his arm extended past it on follow through, his head just narrowly missing the backswing of the bag. He grabbed the water bottle on the bench beside him and took two large pulls without turning in my direction once. "Where's Aiden?" he said clearly, because of course he knew I'd been there all along.

"Hank was taking him to a room," I answered, standing straight to join him in the room. "How long did you know I was here?"

"Since you walked in," he answered plainly, finally turning to me. Pieces of his dark hair clung to his sweat dampened temples, his chest rising and falling only slightly faster than normal and his bandage wrapped hands flexing and unflexing at his sides. For a moment, I thought back to the early years when we first started training together; I'd gotten more than a couple of concussions from Donna while sparring because I'd been too distracted by him. There was just always something beautiful about him when he trained. "I heard you start dragging your feet by the doorway."

"Of course you did," I said with a shake of my head. Another one of Bruce's oh so helpful tricks that he'd passed on to his son, only to end up being used against me. I mean, I know it wasn't the sole purpose of it but it still worked out that way. "Hank told me you were talking to Roy."

"I was."

A full minute of silence passed between us before I pushed on, physically leaning into my words as I got closer. "Feel like elaborating on what that was about?"

"Nothing you need to worry about."

"Grayson—" I started before he cut me off.

"Really, Madds, it's nothing that has to do with you."

"What does it have to do with? You?" His dark eyes met mine levelly and I could tell he already knew where I was going with this. "Anything that has to do with you, has to do with me. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's something you're constantly telling me."

"Yeah, well, this is different," he insisted.

"You know, I think I'd be more inclined to believe you if you told me what it was," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest as I stared him down. He took another drink from his water, unfazed and silent. My annoyance started peaking and my nose flared angrily. Maybe whatever it was really wasn't anything important or something I needed to know about. But the fact that he wouldn't tell me what it was made me believe otherwise.

And more than anything, he knows how much I hate secrets.

"What was the call about, Dick?"

This time he stopped with the bottle halfway to his lips and looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Nothing, Madalyn. Drop it."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep, centering breath before responding. "Yeah...that's not happening."

With my eyes still closed, I kicked out at the height I'd last seen his hand and felt my foot connect with the water bottle before it went splashing across the room. Dick's hand latched on to my ankle and my eyes flew open, just catching the slight upward tick of the corner of his mouth as he shook his head at me. He pushed my leg back down, but we both knew it was too late to go back now.

The almost electric adrenaline we always had when sparring was coursing through both of us now, as if I'd transferred it through his hand on my ankle.

I watched him adjust his stance to have better footing and did the same. "We don't have to do this, Madds."

"Oh, but I want to," I smiled, aiming for innocent but absolutely feeling devious. "And when I win, you're gonna tell me what that call was about, whether you like it or not."

"When you win," he laughed, the muscles in my body twitching at his nerve.

"Yes, Grayson, when I win."

"No powers."

"Love, I don't need to use my powers to land you on that plump ass of yours," I answered.

He laughed again, looking me up and down with amusement. "Guess we'll see, won't we?"

I wasted no more time.

I lunged toward him, anticipating his side step to avoid me and bounced my foot backward to hook around the back of his leg. He dropped down on his other knee but before I could feel satisfied, he knocked my free leg out from under me landing me on my back next to him, the leg I had hooked around him suddenly coming free. He pushed himself forward into a somersault as I kick jumped back on to my feet, both of us turning to face each other once more.

A beat passed and then I was on the move again.

My arm stretched out to throw a punch and he slapped it away with barely a thought. My eyes narrowed, which only made him smile, and I threw another punch; he slapped that one away too. A guttural growl escaped my throat as I charged forward again throwing punches; this time his hand curled around my wrists and he twisted my hands behind my back. I could feel his breath on my neck, the steady beat of his heart through his chest against my back.

I bit down on my lip to suppress the shudder trying to go through me as I threw my head back, slamming into his. He grunted at the pain, but didn't release me like I'd hoped. I was still trapped and now had a splitting headache too. "What's a matter, Grayson? Scared I'll whoop your ass if you let me go?"

"Or maybe I just enjoy keeping you close."

This time I couldn't suppress the shudder and I didn't care to try. His voice was just inches from my ear, his breath fanning my skin, the heat radiating from his body behind mine. It was everything I loved about being back here with him.

I closed my eyes as I sighed, my shoulders and arms relaxing to press against him as my head rested back on his shoulder. I focused on calming my breathing, feeling his hand on my wrists slowly loosening, fingers just barely trailing the skin of my forearm, the crease of my elbow, the sensitive soft skin of my inner arm...

Dick's hand firmly wrapped around my bicep, spinning me around to face him, his free hand rising to rest on the pulse of my neck as his dark eyes stared into mine. "You finally calm?" he asked quietly and I took a moment to think about it.

I felt my lips quirk into a small smile as I leaned in towards him, brushing my lips on his skin from the base of his throat, around the side of his neck and up to the corner of his jawline. My hands trailed slowly from his abdomen up his chest, coming to rest on his shoulders, drawing small circles with my thumbs as I nipped lightly at the sensitive spot just below his jaw. Dick's body shuddered in response, his hand on my arm tightening  before going lax, his eyes closed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

I lightly pressed my nails into his shoulders as I leaned up so that my lips were against the edge of his ear as I spoke. "Love, I'm never calm." I pulled back just enough to watch his eyes flutter open, a questioning look crossing his features as my smile became a smirk.

Then I tightened my hold on his shoulders and bent my knee up to drive into his stomach.

Dick let out a surprised sound somewhere between a laugh and a grunt, and I adjusted my hold on him to one arm, twisting it behind his back same he'd done to me. Before he could use his height to his advantage, I knocked his legs out from under him and nearly sat on them as he collapsed to the mat on his knees. I leaned in so my chest was against his back, my free hand looping around to rest on his chest as I kissed his cheek lovingly. His head angled just enough to look at me from the corner of his eye, amusement on his face. "You would think you'd know by now that I don't give up that easy," I said.

Dick chuckled, the reverberations traveling through him to me. "Oh, I know," he said, turning his head more until his lips grazed mine as he spoke, his eyes roaming over my features. "Because neither do I."

His free hand grabbed on to my arm across his chest and he leaned all of his weight forward, flipping me over his shoulder and flat on the mat before him. Somehow he managed to untwist his arm and reverse our positions so that he was gripping mine instead as he slid in and planted himself firmly above me, knees on either side of my hips. His hands were chains around my wrists as he kept me pinned to the mat, leaning in so his chest and face hovered just above mine.  "Looks like I win, after all," he breathed.

I smirked, eyes traveling the length of him. "Not from where I'm laying."

He chuckled again, leaning in until his lips were on mine, moving almost hungrily. My hands strained against his hold, wanting desperately to knot in his hair, pull him closer; but he didn't let them go. A whine escaped me but he just shook his head lightly, his grip never loosening, his mouth smiling against mine. It was taking everything in me not to call to the green for help, to let him take all the control he wanted, to not let the vines hold him down while I did all the deliciously torturous things I wanted to him.

"No wonder you guys don't spar around us. It turns into a porno real quick." Jason.

Dick reluctantly pulled away from me and I groaned, searching our surroundings for the Captain of cockblocking. It took me a bit to realize that he wasn't in the room with us, but speaking through the PA system.

"Do you have nothing better to do with your life?" I yelled in frustration, Dick laughing lightly above me. He released my wrists as he climbed off of me, sitting beside me and looking very much like he wasn't done with me yet. I shivered at the thought and sudden lack of his body heat above me, sitting up grudgingly.

"Don't you have two bedrooms you could be picking from to do this in?" Jason countered, his tone a mix between amused and disgusted. "Seriously, the rest of us use that room, you know."

"Go. Away," I replied.

"Give some kind of warning next time, too," Jason went on. "A few seconds later and I would've been scarred for life. Just because his name is Dick, doesn't mean I want to see it."

"Jason, I swear to God--"

His laughter was the only response I got in return.

"Hey, you wanted him home," Dick said from next to me and I turned to glare. He laughed, more amused than I was at the moment. My eyes drifted down to his hands,  the skin on my wrists suddenly tingling; aching for the press of them on me again. I licked my lips, dragging my eyes back to his face to find him watching me intently.

"He has a point though. We have our pick of rooms we can finish this in." He leaned forward, kissing one side of my neck. "Uninterrupted." He tilted his head, kissed the other side. "For as long as we want." His mouth moved to mine, just grazing it lightly enough to send a shiver up my spine. "Doing whatever we want."

I swear my heart skipped a beat at the words, the look in his eyes, the desire burning through me. "Whatever we want?" I repeated. He quirked his brows questioningly and my smile beamed, almost electric. "I might have a few ideas..."

I nipped at his lip, kissed him roughly, one hand pulling at the hem of his T-shirt; not trying to take it off but fisting it like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. Like if I let it go, this would all just shatter and disappear like a dream.

"Bro!" Jason's voice called over the speakers again. "Public space!"

I pulled away from Dick again to glare up at the ceiling. "Fuck off!"

"I'd say you first, except I'm scared you might actually do that right there and now." A frustrated growl made its way up my throat as my mind focused elsewhere momentarily. I wasn't sure it would necessarily work until we heard Jason curse. "Shit, Maddie, call off your fucking plants!"

"I told you to go away," I answered with a smirk, looking back at  Dick who watched me curiously. "Should've left when I told you."

"Fuck! I didn't come back here for this shit, man!" There was the sound of a chair falling over and I couldn't hold back my laugh.

"What are you doing?" Dick asked.

"Just reintroducing Jason to his old friends," I shrugged, pulling myself to my feet. He followed my lead, still looking at me wonderingly. "He wouldn't leave us alone so I sent some vines to knock some sense into him."

"This is some bullshit, Maddie!" Jason called out, only making me laugh harder.

"Yeah, but it's my favorite kind," I returned, grabbing Dick's hand and pulling him into the hall after me. We both laughed as I lead us towards his room, the sound of Jason's cursing fading away as we went. Distantly, I reached out to the Green to leave him alone; I had other plans that I might need them for later.

Dick stopped us just outside of his door, turning to search my face with his eyes. "So...no separate rooms for the night?"

I felt the confusion on my face before the memory struck me.

I was supposed to still be mad at him about the whole secrets behind my back and risking Jason situation. I was supposed to be locked up in my room, to prove some stupid point to him about how his actions had consequences. I was supposed to climb into my bed alone.

The need to get lost in his was stronger.

Dick Grayson was my greatest weakness; my drug, my addiction, the one thing in the world I would never truly be able to quit. The part of me I never wanted to be away from again. Fuck whatever stupid plan I thought I had before.

I had other ways I could torture him...

"I mean, I was going to let it slide, but..." I pretended to walk away from him, like I suddenly changed my mind. His hand reached out quick, fingers wrapping around my wrist again as he pulled me to a stop, pushing me so that my back was against the wall, his body barely inches from mine.

"No separate rooms for the night," he said again, this time more a demanding statement than question.

"Is that an order, Grayson?" I challenged playfully. "I think we both know I don't take those very well. Besides, you shouldn't be demanding anything after what you did. Hell, you should be begging."

His fingers dug into my skin, something seeming to spark in his eyes, and then he was throwing his door open, pulling me inside and locking it behind us. Before I could say another word, he'd pinned me to the door with his entire body, one hand on either side of my head. His smile was the cocky one I fell in love with all those years ago, the one that warned that nothing would hold him back.

"You want me to beg you to stay?" he asked quietly, his breath fanning out across my skin as his eyes scanned over my face and neck; like his mind couldn't decide where to start. "You want me to convince you that you belong here--" His neck bent, mouth ghosting over my collarbone, his dark hair tickling my chin. "--with me. In my room." His lips pressed down in light butterfly kisses and my pulse kicked up just a little. "In my arms." He looked up at me again, eyes half lidded with need. He leaned in, bringing his lips down on mine hungrily; my mind going fuzzy.

My hands instinctively moved into his hair, curling into it and keeping him close. For a minute, he let me. Then his hands moved from the door to untangle mine, pressing them down at my sides. I glared and pouted at him but it only made his smile wider.

"You want me to beg you?" he repeated, waited in silence for me to nod.

Part of me was nervous; the rest of me was loving the idea of where this was going. Out of the two of us, I was the one more likely to be in a position to need to beg. I didn't necessarily do it, but it was still me.

Now, the way that Dick was staring at me, I wished I'd known sooner what his form of begging entailed.

He chuckled, bringing his hands to cup my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip. I had to fight to keep my eyes from fluttering closed and then a shiver ran through my spine as he started tracing the bird tattoo on the back of my neck. His tattoo; the one he'd traced so many times that he didn't even need to see it anymore to do it right.

His forehead rested on mine, watching my reaction to his fingers on my skin. I moved to raise one arm, force him to close the distance, but he was too quick; the hand tracing my tattoo dropped to my side, pinning my arm there again. He shook his head slowly, his hair falling to frame either side of his face, tickling the skin at my temples.

"Madds... I don't think you can handle me begging," he said thickly. I shivered again, this time at the words and thoughts behind them.

"Try me, Richard," I returned, my voice barely above a whisper. His grip on my wrist tightened, letting me know it had the exact affect I was hoping.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand cue the tirade of comments about being robbed. 😂😂
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