Requested by: alkvva

Prompt: #12

"I kissed you? Why did I kiss you?"

Warnings: Swearing, sexual insinuations (no smut)

Extra: Sorry for the wait! School is actually killing me

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I had never been one for college parties. Technically, it was an 'academy' party, because it was taking place at the police academy. Who knew future police officers could be so willing to drink their brains out?

I had every intention of skipping the party and taking time to either study or binge my favorite movie series, but when my best friend Dick pulled out his infamous puppy eyes, I had no choice but to go and suffer for a few hours before I could come up with some excuse as to why I had to leave.

I tentatively took a sip of my pop. I was designated driver for Dick and myself so I couldn't- not that I would have anyways.

"(Y/n)," Dick sang, practically skipping over to me.

"Are you drunk?" I questioned with a roll of me eyes.

"No..." Dick slurred.

"Yes you are," I tossed my cup into tresh, "C'mon, I'm taking you home."

"No!" Dick yelled.

"I'll get you ice cream tomorrow," I offered.

Dick immediately ran from the room and out to the car. I rolled my eyes, waving goodbye to the host before I followed after Dick.

"Do you have your seatbelt on?"

I looked over to Dick after putting my own seatbelt on. He was constantly missing the buckle, just looking at it with utmost confusion.

"You're useless," I sighed, reaching over to buckle his seatbelt for him.

"Hands off," Dick slapped my hands away, "Touch me again and I'll call Raven to beat you up."

"I am Raven you idiot. It's my hero name."

"Oh," DIck relaxed, "Go ahead and buckle me."

The rest of the ride went off without a hitch. The elevator ride consisted of DIck talking about his roommate, which was me. So I was only hearing basic information about myself.

"Alright, get to bed," I locked the apartment door behind us as we entered the building, "I'll set some advil out for you."

I didn't hear any complaints from Dick so I quickly turned around, worried he had hurt himself. He was standing right in front of me. I jumped, forgetting he had the ability to "go invisible".

"What are you-"

I was cut off mid sentence when DIck pushed his lips against mine. I made a noise of shock, my hands dropping to my sides.

Dick wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me closer to him. THe knowledge that he was drunk flew from my mind. This had been been what I'd been dreaming of since I had started working with Bats years ago.

DIck slid his hands down to the backs of my thighs. He pulled a little bit and I got the hint that he wanted me to jump. When I did, his grip on my legs tightened. He took a few steps forward, my back hitting the wall.

I let out an airy breath, resting my chin on Dick's shoulder as his lips ghosted across my jawline and landed on my neck.

It wasn't until Dick moved back up to kiss me again, and I smelt the alcohol on his breath, did I remember how drunk he really was.

"Wait, wait, wait," I pushed my hands against Dick's chest.

The man immediately let me on my feet. Even when he was drunk past reason he understood what no meant.

"What's wrong?"

"You're drunk Dick. This isn't...I don't want this to happen when you probably won't remember it."

Dick pouted, but nodded all the same. After a brief stumble, Dick made it to his room, closing the door behind him.

I sighed loudly, walking to my own room as well. I pulled off the clothes I was wearing. I slipped into my pajamas and crawled into bed. I placed my hand on the empty space beside me. I knew tonight could have gone in a totally different direction, but it wouldn't have been right.

I stayed awake for a long time after that, stuck in consciousness by my thoughts.

~*~

I woke up the next morning with a pit in my stomach. A fear of what Dick would say or do.

But when I exited my room, he wasn't in the main area in the apartment. I shrugged. He must be trying to sleep off his hangover.

So, I went about my day. I did laundry, made food for myself, and did some simple cleaning. It wasn't until I heard my phone beep through my headphones did I realize something was off.

Are you seeing this?!

It was a text from Babara, with a video attached. I clicked on the video, not knowing what to expect.

It was a video of DIck his Nightwing costume. He was walking along the edge of a building, loudly singing the Greatest Showman . He was obviously drunk.

"Shit," I hissed.

That explained why DIck had been sleeping so long- it was five at this point- he was sleeping through a hangover and a patrol.

He got hammered at a party last night. I didn't even know he was gone.

Yeah, he does that.

I took the video down and corrupted any copies, but a LOT of people have seen it.

I'll talk to him about it. Thanks Babs

I set my phone down and looked at Dick's room door. Slowly, cautiously, I crept down the hallway.

When I reached the door it swung open, revealing a disheveled Dick Grayson.

"I'm never going to an academy party again," he groaned.

"Is this the first time you've left your room today?" I questioned.

"No, I left earlier to throw up. You were vacuuming and had headphones in so I don't think you heard me," Dick's eyes lowered to my neck, "Who did that?"

I furrowed my brows in confusion, walking to the bathroom to see what he meant. Sure enough, I had a dark bruise above my collarbone.

"I didn't even feel that last night," I mumbled. I turned to Dick, "You were the one who did this."

"What?" Dick yelled, then winced at his own volume.

"Yeah. You were super drunk when we got home last night and you kissed me and-"

"I kissed you?" Dick ran a hand through his dark hair, "Why did I kiss you?"

"You're saying that like it was a bad thing," I frowned, "I've had feelings for you for years, which is why I let it go as far as it did. Do you...Do you not feel the same way?"

Dick was silent for a few moments. I shook my head with a bitter laugh.

"I'm done cleaning. I'll be in my room."

"(Y/n) wait-"

I slammed my room door shut, cutting the man off and most likely irritating his head again.

I had been in love with him for years. Years. I held it in so we could work together normally and train. Then, Dick gets drunk, kisses me, makes it seem like he feels the same, and shatter any hope I had like it was nothing.

I needed a break, to get away. As quickly as I could put on my suit I was out of the apartment through my window.

"Scan for signs of criminal activity," I ordered my suit.

"Facial recognition has picked up Harleen Quinzel in the alley on Fourth Street."

"What is Harley Quinn doing in Blüdhaven?" I asked myself as I pulled out my grappling gun.

It was a quick trip to Fourth Street, considering how close the apartment building was to it. When I peeked down in the alley, I saw Harley spray painting 'JOKER SUCKS' on the wall.

"Isn't this a little below you?" I asked as I jumped down.

Harley Quinn and I had a weird relationship. She had a weird relationship with all the heroes honestly. There was still good in her, everyone knew that, we could see it. She was evil because of Joker's controlling ways, not because she was born or raised to be like that.

"Mr J and I got into a fight," she pouted, "I took a train over here to get away and I just had to get some frustration out."

I nodded, leaning against the alley wall. I really didn't want to have to bring her in, but I also knew I couldn't let her wander around doing whatever she pleased.

"I saw the video of Nightwing, acting all drunk on the rooftop," Harley lowered her paintcan, giving me a sympathetic look, "And I can see what's below the collar of your uniform."

I tugged the neck of my uniform higher. I crossed my arms and looked to the ground.

"Are you upset with him to?"

I bit my lip, "He got drunk last night, at a party. I brought him home and well...I didn't let it go all the way and told him to go to bed. I guess after that he went out as Nightwing but...When we talked about what happened today he made it seem like he didn't feel the same way and he only did what he did because he was hammered."

Harley nodded in understanding, "Looks like both of us are having' some man problems huh? I know you're a hero and all, but even heroes do bad things sometime."

Harley held out one of the paint cans to me, "Wanna help me Darlin'?"

I hesitated. But I saw the pure kindness in Harley- a villains- eyes, and realized how much I needed a friend right now. And that was something that Harley could be. In a weird way, we understood each other.

I grabbed the can from Harley, holding it up to the wall. I wasn't entirely sure what I wanted to paint, so I closed my eyes and let my emotions control what I was doing.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" Harley gasped. I opened my eyes and saw that I had drawn Dick's Nightwing symbol, "But it could be better."

Harley handed me red paint. I understood immediately and put a large X over the symbol.

"That felt...Good," I admitted, almost ashamed.

"I thought it would," Harley grinned, "I have something for you actually."

Harley pulled out a small makeup bag. The villain unzipped it, pulling out a few things.

"Whenever I wear my makeup I feel better. I figure this could cover your neck. It's good at covering bruises."

"Good at covering bruises? What does that mean Harley?" I gently grabbed Harley's wrist, "Does the Joker hit you?"

"Mistah J doesn't mean anything by it. He just wants his jokes to be perfect and I mess 'em up," Harley began to rub the white stage makeup over my face.

"Harley...Maybe you should stay here, in Blüdhaven?"

Harley blinked a few times before she started laughing.

"Oh darlin', I'm just here for a day or two so Mr J can calm down."

"But that's the thing! He'll get mad again, and he'll hurt you again."

"Like the way Nightwing hurt you?"

I let out a shocked laugh. Low blow. "He's never hurt me physically. You don't deserve that Harley."

Harley put the white makeup away, holding out a lipstick. I scrunched up my nose.

"You're already as white as a ghost, you need some color somewhere. And your uniform doesn't help."

I took the lipstick, beginning to put on a layer. I felt a bit ridiculous, but it was Harley I was dealing with so it was bound to happen.

"I'm serious about you moving here," I repeated.

"I know. But Blüdhaven doesn't need a Harley Quinn," Harley sighed.

"Maybe not, but a Harleen Quinzel would be an asset."

Harley's smile faltered. Her eyes flickered. Then, she picked up her mallot.

"I'm gonna go cause a little chaos. You wanna help?"

I felt a headache starting to form. I scrunched up my eyes, sighing. I checked my com, wanting to know if there was anything important before I gave an answer, I had a message from Dick asking where I was, and one from Bats, telling me he was on his way to get Harley.

I looked at Harley, knowing I should detain her. But something in my mind spoke out. I shook my head, smiling.

"I'd love to wreak havoc with you.""

Harley squealed, giving me a tight hug, "I didn't expect you to say yes!"

The rest of the night was a blur. All I felt was the high of doing something bad. It was like I was a different person, the good me thrown in a cage. We didn't do anything too awful, mainly breaking store windows and spraypainting random areas.

The one thing I could remember, more clearly than anything was when I met Bruce and Dick on the rooftop. Both of them seemed utterly confused with what I was doing. I seemed to sober up, while Harley was still giggling at my side.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dick questioned.

"I'm having fun," I frowned, "What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Fun? Raven you're committing crimes!" Bruce yelled, being careful to use my hero names, "You look like you've joined Harley and the Joker."

"You're mad at me for having fun? Did you get mad at Nightwing when he had fun and got drunk? No! So I should be able to have some fun now."

Bruce nodded to Dick and the two ran forward. Harley squealed in delight, ready for the fight. I cracked my knuckles, ready for the fight in a different sense.

Dick handled Harley, her being the easier target, while Bruce came for me. A few punches were thrown and dodged, as well as a few more complicated moves.

"You taught me everything I know, do you really think we aren't evenly matched here?" I asked with a laugh, "That's another thing, always underestimating me."

"After the first time I saw you fight I promised I would never underestimate you again," Bruce nodded to someone behind me, "That's why I called the league."

I felt something touch the back of my head, and everything was black.

~*~*~*~

Dick looked at (Y/n) through the viewing glass. She was strapped to a hospital bed, screaming random things into the air. He was concerned. Had something happened to make her lose her mind?"

"Tox screen came back, she wasn't drugged with anything. But the makeup she was wearing was full of Joker's different serums. We removed the makeup but it's moving slowly through her system. We did the same with Harley, it'll take her longer to come down because she's more used to it."

"Can't we do anything to make it go faster?" Dick asked, completely missing the fact that Harley would become a normal human being again, "I hate seeing her like this."

"There is one thing we believe may work," Bruce glanced at Dick, a slight smirk gracing his features, "If her endorphins are raised, the drug will move faster."

Dick sputtered, "Do you have any idea what just happened between us?"

"Yes, I saw her neck and the video, but I also know how whipped you are for each other, so if you want to help her, go. I'll distract the league with Harley."

"Thanks Bruce."

Bruce left the viewing room. Dick looked back at (Y/n), sighing. He left the viewing room and went into (Y/n)'s actual room. The girl glared daggers into his soul. She had stopped her screaming and just watched.

"Look, I know you're kind of crazy right now, but I just want to say that I love you the way you love me-"

"Oh bull-shit," (Y/n) hissed, "You just want me to turn back into that good little (Y/n) don't you?"

Dick grabbed the sides of (Y/n)'s face, pushing his lips against hers. He could feel her struggling against her binds for a few seconds, before she settled down, kissing him back.

"I was worried that wouldn't raise enough endorphins," Dick mumbled, "I wanted to save the binds for later."

"Shut up," (Y/n) rolled her eyes, "God I feel hungover. But worse. This sucks."

(Y/n) blinked rapidly and shook her head, "I still feel some effects of the drugs, but, the endorphins got most of them out. Good job with that."

"You know I meant what I said right? I really do like you. I just didn't know how to say it. I had a hangover, still kind of do, and didn't know how to say it."

"I get it. It took a drunk you to admit your feelings. Good job."

"Shut up, you got all drugged up," Dick pointed out.

"That wasn't my fault. I don't think it was Harley's either. That's probably what kept her under the Joker's thumb all these years."

"You know what else-"

"Dick Grayson! I swear if you make an inappropriate joke I will break out of these things and slap you!"