So a long time ago, I had an idea for one such fanfic which I am definitely never gonna write out but I am going to include it here. It was some sort of a self insert fic with Richard Grayson and a character who closely resembled the author (aka me).

I am just not comfortable with this kind of stuff but I somehow wrote a little bit on it and here goes nothing...

It's basically about a girl who doesn't know whether she's hallucinating or not when an infamous vigilante from her favorite superhero comics suddenly appears out of nowhere in her kitchen and starts talking to her ,insisting that he is as real as she is.

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"Well, excuse me, would you kindly tell me where am I?"

She spun around quite alarmed at hearing the voice behind her. She was certain that there had been no one in the house except her.

Yet right in front of her was a man in a black and blue superhero suit, complete with the gloves and mask. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, looking at her curiously.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" Soon as she recovered from the shock, she reprimanded him, "how did you even get in here?"

He spoke, "hey, easy there. You don't want to bother the neighbors with the noise, right?"

She narrowed her eyes at him, "that's not the answer to my question."

"I don't know how I got here myself," he shrugged, "all I remember is getting chased by some ninjas and a portal had opened up so to escape them I jumped into it. Next thing I know, I'm standing in an unknown garden. The door was open so I came in because if the ninjas have used that portal too then I don't want to be seen."

A confused expression took over her face, "ninjas? Portals? Slow down a minute please."

He smiled, holding his hands up as in an apology, "I'm sorry about intruding though."

"Who are you?"

"Nightwing. And judging that you don't know who I am, that probably means I'm not in Gotham, Jump City nor Bludhaven."

However she seemed quite taken aback at his statement, "Nightwing? As in Richard Grayson?"

His eyes widened, "so you do know about me. A little more than what I had expected but whatever."

She turned back to scrubbing the dishes, "God, not again."

"Uh, I beg your pardon..."

"I'm so sick of these hallucinations," she sighed wearily, "you're not real, nothing you say is going to change anything, I'm only hallucinating again. Or maybe I'm dreaming."

He was a little worried by her words but changed the topic. "What place is this?"

"Karachi," she replied.

"Karachi as in... Am I not in the United States?"

"You're in Pakistan, duh."

"Ah... Explains why everything is so different. Of course it's Pakistan."

"What do you know about Pakistan?" she retorted.

"That it's in Asia?"

"Well done, genius," even though the words would have been a compliment, her sarcastic tone indicated otherwise.

"So what makes you think I'm a hallucination?" He perched up on the counter after picking an apple from the fruit basket, sinking his teeth into it, "mmm tastes a little different but nice."

"What reason do I have to believe that you're not a hallucination?"

"Still, I'm quite sure I'm just as real as you are."

She shook her head wearily, "yeah like that's going to convince me. Every hallucination says that."

"Back then you said you were hallucinating again. So is it like a common practice for you or what?" He picked up another apple, waving it a bit to let her know he was having it. When she didn't refuse, he began to eat that as well.

She shrugged, "the last time I had a hallucination was when I studied in eighth grade."

"So like six or seven years ago?"

"Yeah, close enough," she turned again to face him, "but why are you so interested to find out?"

Another smile took over his face, "well, I'm a genuinely curious person. But there's one thing that does bother me. How do you know my name?"

She rolled her eyes, "you're a famous character of the DC comics. Richard Grayson aka the first Robin. Of course I know your name."

"A character!" it seemed as if his mask would pop off his face, "so you mean to say there are comics written on me?"

"Not on you," she replied, "the comics mostly focus on Batman but since you were his first sidekick so yeah you get a spot in there too."

"Alright, hold on a second," he touched the edge of his mask with his index finger, "Oracle, what Earth is this?"

"You're weirder than the previous hallucinations," she mumbled, "as if there are multiple Earths in the Galaxy..."

He held his hand up for her to wait a bit as he listened to the software.

"Earth one? Then how am I supposed to go back to Earth 7?"

She ignored him realizing that he wasn't talking to her. However she had noticed how his expressions were flickering from confusion to disappointment and then eventually to mild understanding.

A while passed in silence after which he spoke as if answering her question, "yes, there are multiple Earths, galaxies and universes. They are all parallel to one another. So every person that you meet here will exist on my home planet, Earth 7, as well but they won't be entirely the same."

"You know what, I can't handle getting confused anymore so kindly stop enlightening me on the multiple universe stuff."

A smile threatened to break on his face again but he kept his expression serious, "of course, it sure is a lot to take in."

Seeing that all the work had been done in the kitchen, she closed the windows and switched off the lights, heading out to the living room. He followed her out as well.

"Are you going to keep following me?" She asked a little irritated.

He shrugged, "I mean clearly you're the one who's hallucinating me so..."

"Oh right, so you finally accept that you're a hallucination now."

"Nope," he shook his head, "I'm only letting you have your own way because you're tired and like you said, you can't deal with any more confusion."

"Thank you, I guess," her voice was a little unsure, "but do you still think you're real?"

"I am real. Want me to prove that?"

She slumped into the couch and he sat down on the chair across from her, taking off his mask and placing it on the table.

"And how are you going to do that?"

"As far as I know, if you touch a hallucination, it disappears. Or rather your hand goes right through it as if it's a ghost."

"Uh hm."

"So if I'm a hallucination and I shake hands with you then you won't be able to feel me, right?"

She nodded, looking down at his offered hand. "I don't normally shake hands with people but yeah, you're a hallucination, so what harm could there be in it?"

As she reached out to take his hand she hesitated a bit so he gently took her hand and shook it. She almost gasped at the touch since she was clearly not expecting that.

"What the..."

"I told you. I'm real," a satisfied smirk danced on his lips.

"No," she seemed to be in denial, "that proves you're not a hallucination but then I'm most probably dreaming."

"Pinch yourself then."

"I don't want to," she retorted.

A smirk tugged up on his face, "why? Don't want the dream to end?"

"Stop being cocky," her brown eyes narrowed again warningly, "and release my hand at once."

"Ooops," he chuckled.

She pinched herself but nothing happened. She didn't wake up like she expected to. "Maybe you're dreaming."

This once he outright burst into laughter, "I'm sorry what?" Then he pinched himself, "see, not dreaming either."

"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" She had straightened earlier for the hand shake but collapsed back on the couch exhaustively.

"Why don't you shake hands with people?"

His abrupt question startled her a bit. "Well... In simple words, I'm a little antisocial. I don't like it when people get too close to me. I prefer to have my own personal space around me and no one, absolutely no one, is allowed to violate it."

He dragged back the chair a few more steps, "is this distance good for you or shall I go back more?"

Despite herself, a small smile broke out on her face, "no, you're alright."

"Good to know we're finally getting along," he remarked, smiling himself at seeing her smile. It was slow but peaceful and he had never seen that kind of smile before.

"Uh hm," she mumbled, "can you tell me a story?"

"A story?"

"Or a poem, a song would do as well. I'm so tired and I want to sleep but I guess you won't know any lullabies so..."

He stared at her quite speechless for a while. "You do know that I'm a complete stranger to you," he spoke up at last, overcoming his astonishment, "a stranger who broke into your home and who can clearly overpower you in battle. Yet you're asking me to help you fall asleep?"

"Don't scare me now, Grayson. You're not a criminal so that's safe enough, right? You can't steal because I've got nothing of value here. You can't possibly kill me in my sleep because that's against your moral code. So I don't see any reason for me to be wary of you."

"Well... I guess you do have it all sorted out."

"However if you do try anything to harm me, I bet you'll be surprised how hard I can punch the living daylights out of you."

He felt a sudden urge to laugh but controlled it seeing that she wouldn't appreciate him laughing at her. "You're weird."

"And you're not real. When I wake up you'll be gone. So none of this really matters."

"Okay..."

Her voice came out in a low whisper, "and I'll probably never see you again, real or not."

He shrugged, "I hardly doubt it but we'll discuss that in the morning. By the way, do you have trouble falling asleep?"

"A little bit," she replied, her voice getting low from exhaustion, "my grandmother used to sing me lullabies and gently stroke my hair. She was the only one who made me fall asleep easily."

"And probably the only one who did not have the restriction to your personal space."

A soft laugh escaped her and once again he found himself lost in the sound of it. "Yeah probably."

"Well there was a song they used to sing at the circus," he leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as a flicker of memory passed his mind, "it's very silly, mind you. But it's the only song I know by heart."

"No worries," she nodded, "I like silly things."

"As you wish," he edged forward to look at her again and saw that she had buried herself deeper among the cushions on the couch, her drowsiness quite visibly taking control over her.

"Just a little dose of laughter can cure every single problem," he began, "a little dose of happiness can't do you no harm. And if you find yourself sadder than you are accustomed, a teeny weeny joke can always prove to be a charm."

Her foot gently swayed with the tune, her face dissolving into a rather tranquil expression, "I like it. And your voice is lovely."

His face turned crimson at the compliment, "that's a first. No one ever said that about my voice."

"Go on with the song, please," she mused.

He nodded and resumed with the song. "We've got just the right stuff to keep you all amused. Dancing lions, magic makers and all the rest enthused. So dear people come to the circus where there is joy aplenty. And all your sadness will be cured we give you a guarantee."

By the time he finished the song, he saw that she was sound asleep. Silently, he got up and placed the chair back by the table and laid down his Escrima sticks next to his mask. 

Finding the bathroom, he went in taking off his armor and stretching his limbs. His cuts were not bleeding anymore as he washed them carefully and applied the antiseptic he found rather conveniently placed on the bathroom counter.

He found some blankets in the closet so he took them and walked back to the living room. He hadn't intended to snoop around but the blankets were rather an essential item for sleeping comfortably.

Very cautiously he placed one of the blankets on her, gently tucking in the corners. Up close she looked even more childlike with her pristine features and slightly curly brown locks splayed around her on the cushion.

Taking the other blanket, he went over to the other couch arranging the cushions and dropping down on it. Taking one last glance at his unexpectedly strange host, he covered himself with the blanket and closed his eyes, intending to go to sleep as well.

He knew the morning was going to be a rather interesting affair and he needed all the sleep he could get to deal with the prospect of letting the host know that he would be staying for a while until he discovered a way to go back.

A smile tugged up on his face imagining her reaction. He couldn't wait to see what she would say in response to that.

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I have like two more parts written out for this one which I might post later on since I have to go out with my family. Hope you guys enjoyed reading it and I seriously hope you don't find it as bad as I thought it would be.

In other words, let me know what you think about it.

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