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There were some nights where I felt especially lonely, with Selina still investigating in Rome it felt that I was on my own. Even with Harley and Ivy still around they were in a honeymoon phase where they knew nothing else but each other. Even though no one like to voice it out loud it was clear that Gotham was changing.

Falcone no longer seemed to be the fearsome threat that he used to be. With the Holiday Killer singlehandedly tearing down the Falcone crime family others like Penguin and Black Mask were just waiting for their moment to take full control of the city. Though that wouldn't be so easy with the identity of the Holiday Killer still a mystery.

Although the underground bar of the Iceberg Lounge was where I found myself most often, there were nights where I simply didn't want to surround myself with the other Gotham Rogues. The less I knew about their chaotic plans to create havoc the better. There were just somethings that were better not to carry on my conscious.

"So unlike you to be on your own." A familiar voice teased, however I don't think he realized the irony in his words. The reality was that I was alone more often than I was in company, even though I created a facade to have everyone think otherwise.

"What do you want Eddie?" I questioned not bothering to meet Edward Nygma's eyes, not only did he make me uncomfortable but I was simply in no mood to deal with is eccentricities.

"There's a rumor going around that you had a private meeting with Carmine Falcone."

"Don't call it a rumor when you know it's true. You know I don't like games."  I replied taking a sip from my drink and not bothering to meet his eyes. Edward Nygma was a smart man and every word he used had a purpose, and I didn't want to fall into whatever trap he could be setting up. One small slip and he would know exactly what I was thinking, a trait that oddly reminded me of Bruce.

It wasn't until I felt him move closer that I looked up to meet his analytical eyes. It was odd to see him not dressed in his usual green attire, but he probably thought the same of me out of my usual black and blue suit. "If I say 'everything I tell you is a lie' am I telling you the truth or a lie?"

"I don't like riddles either." I muttered becoming increasingly disinterested with the conversation.

"A lie." Ed replied answering his own riddle as he leaned against the bar counter. "You lie to others and yourself."

As much as I could play nice or simply just play along like I usually did my patience was wearing thin. "If I wanted to talk to a therapist I'd go to Harley or Crane."

"Scarecrows back in Arkham didn't you hear?"

"Get to the point Ed." I said annoyed with the direction this conversation was headed, he was clearly stalling for time and I was in no mood to be involved in the little games that he liked to play. Whatever this was it was more than just friendly small talk between friends.

Like a flip of a switch Nygma's expression become incredibly serious. "Cobblepot wants to talk to you about the little meeting."

For once it was my turn to take a moment and study him. Edward Nygma was an incredibly intelligent man, and it was still a mystery why he decided to work for Cobblepot when he could easily have a man like Penguin working for him instead. There had to be a bigger plan for his submission, one that was sure to reveal itself soon enough. "Fine. Just give me some more..."

"Until I am measured, I am not known. Yet how you miss me, When I have flown. What am I?" He interrupted, and it was nearly impossibly for me not to role my eyes. Although he had no control over him compulsion to recite riddles there were only so many of them a person could hear before snapping themselves.

"Time." I finished for once knowing the answer to one of his riddles. "Which is exactly what I need. I have no desire to talk to Oswald tonight."

He stepped even closer, close enough that only I would be able to hear his words. "Just be careful, things are getting worse here in Gotham."

There was clearly another meaning behind his words, but his lack of being transparent in his warning meant he had no intentions of elaborating. "Didn't know you cared about my safety Ed."

He said nothing as he turned around and disappeared into the crowd of Gotham's elite, although they weren't viewed as criminals they were criminals just the same. They lived off the backs of everyone else in Gotham and came here to live a life of luxury. Criminals like all the rogues that were currently enjoying themselves below their feet. There was a cruel irony at they thought.

"I believe this is the part where I say something witty." A tragically familiar voice mused, I felt his presence beside me but my irritation wouldn't allow me to face him.

"More like the part where you do something stupid." I replied as I turned to face him. Dick was dressed in one of his finest suits, it was odd how much he fit in with everyone else around us. But it was a reminder that he grew up under the care of Bruce Wayne.

Dick smiled and nodded but it was clearly all an act. The tense set on his shoulders suggesting that he probably witnessed my entire conversation with Edward Nygma. "I know what I'm doing."

"What are you doing?"  I questioned doing my best to disguise my anger, it was borderline idiotic for him to be here. Everyone knew who about the orphan boy that Bruce Wayne adopted a couple of years ago, Richard Grayson was a well known name in Gotham. To everyone else around us him being here might have had no meaning, but it would definitely pique the interest of someone like Oswald Cobblepot.  Because why would Gotham's Golden Boy associate himself with a siren? "Penguin has eyes and ears everywhere."

"Then let's talk somewhere more private." He whispered and although he seemed relaxed there was no hiding how his eyes seemed to be studying every corner of the room.

I smiled as I stepped closer to him continuing with my own act. Dick placed a hand on my waist while I leaned forwards to whisper in his ear. "I could kill you right now." I whispered before pulling away and taking his wrist as I pulled him through the crowd of people. "Follow me."

"Cheyenne, leaving so soon?" Cobblepot's voice had me stopping instantly as I turned around to face that man who seemed delightfully amused. He was surrounded by three of his security guards, all women much taller than he was. It would be amusing if they weren't all ruthless killers. "The night is still young."

Smiling I placed a hand on Dick's chest, maintaining the cool demeanor that he expected from me. "We decided to continue the fun somewhere else."

"I see." He said simply as his eyes strayed to Dick momentarily, but I had no doubt that he recognized who he thought I was taking home. The last thing that I needed was for him to have another detail of my life that he could exploit, and I couldn't deny that it worried me that he knew that I had some connection to Dick. "Well enjoy your night you two."

Not wasting anytime to question why Cobblepot was simply letting us go, I took a hold of his wrist again and headed towards the exit. My nails were digging into the skin of his wrists, but he made no move to pull away. Probably because doing so would seem suspicious to all those who were Penguin's eyes and ears.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" I said the moment that we stepped outside and were a couple of feet away from the bright lights of the Iceberg Lounge.

"I wouldn't have come here if it wasn't important." He replied as he followed after me, and I had to fight the urge to slap some sense into him. It was like he was asking to become a target for Penguin. "We're being followed."

"I know." I whispered in return as I took his hand again and turned the corner towards one of the only few places I knew we would be able to get away from any wandering eyes. Dick remained silent as I led him into an apartment building, it wasn't until we came to a stop at the penthouse doors that he seemed willing to speak.

"Have you heard any word about who the Holiday Killer may be?" He questioned as I opened the door to the apartment. There was an eagerness in his voice tat caused me to role my eyes. He was clearly here without Bruce's permission and was hoping to get some information to impress his adoptive father. I understood his desire for validation, it was something that I often wanted from Selina.

I raised an eyebrow surprised by his question. "What makes you think I know anything?"

"Your one of... them." Dick replied making no attempt to hide the contempt in his voice. Whether that contempt was directed towards me I couldn't be sure, but it seemed best to ignore his comment and get this conversation over with as soon as possible.

Entering the dark apartment I turned on the lights looking around the safe house ensuring that it was not one that was currently being used by Selina. The last thing I wanted was for her to know that I had brought Batman's Robin to one of the many places she had around the city.

"You sought me out to ask me a question that I could easily lie about?" I questioned as I headed to the bar to pour myself a drink, it felt like something I would need after this conversation I was going to have with Dick. "If I was involved do you really think I would admit that to Batman's sidekick?"

Although he didn't say anything I could see that calling him a sidekick hit a nerve. He always did consider his work with Bruce to be a partnership. "Its been almost a year and people are still dying. We still have no idea of who the Holiday Killer could possibly be."

"Does Bruce know your here?" I asked instead knowing that Bruce would never approve of Dick seeking me out, especially at the Iceberg Lounge.  It was a reckless and impulsive move and one the Bruce would never make. Everything that Bruce Wayne did was calculated.

"I don't need Bruce's permission."

A small laugh escaped my lips as I poured Dick a drink sliding the glass across the counter towards him. He stopped it instinctively just as it slipped off the edge, his eyes never straying from my own. "If I remember correctly everything you did was with Bruce's permission."

He frowned as his hand tighten around the glass, and I couldn't help but feel pleased that I was able to pull this reaction from him. "Do you know anything or not?"

"You know I don't." I replied beginning to realize just how pointless this conversation was. But I did begin to wonder if I would tell Dick the identity of the Holiday Killer if I knew it. After all he was only killing off criminals, and there were already an abundance of them in Gotham. "Sorry to disappoint. Coming all the way down here and not getting what you want? That must be so frustrating."

"It was a long shot anyway." Dick stated as he looked down at his glass before drinking the amber liquid in one long gulp. He was clearly tense, and I couldn't help but shake the feeling that maybe he was just here to get away from Bruce and all the stress they were under to find the identity of Gotham's new killer.

Finishing the alcohol in my own glass I walked around the marble bar counter that was separating the two of us. "You're fooling yourself Dick."

He frowned again. Either puzzled by my words or worried that I had finally understood his reason for looking for me. Reaching out I got a hold of his tie and pulled him closer to me. "What are you talking about?"

"About the reason why you came looking for me. Is it because you're ashamed to admit that you miss me?" I continued as I began to loosen his tie. "So you made up this reason to come to me?"

Dick's face remained emotionless and unaffected by my actions. I began to wonder if maybe the events that occurred on Christmas might have really changed the way he felt about me. There was something unsettling about the fact that Dick might have moved on. Sure I had my complicated relationship with Floyd, one that was more of a friendship with occasion sex. I had no reason to feel as if Dick had done something wrong, it would make me nothing more than a hypocrite.

Maybe the truth was that I was just fooling myself. Pretending that I was doing this only to test Dick's reaction, when  in reality I just really wanted him.

"Tell me Boy Wonder have you forgotten?" I questioned as I slowly began to undo his tie letting it fall to the floor. Pushing his suit of his shoulders letting it also fall onto the floor.  "How it feels to kiss every inch of my skin. Or how it felt when you were inside of me."

In one quick motion my back was suddenly pressed against the marble counter as Dick kissed me. He seemed both eager and uncertain, but that uncertainty seemed to fade away rather quickly when his lips left my own. I hardly had anytime to process how quickly things had occurred, because all I could focus on was Dick's lips reexploring the exposed areas of my skin.

"I haven't forgotten. I think about you all the time." Dick admitted, and his voice dangerously low as he lowered the strap of my dress off my shoulder. His other hand was gripping the black fabric of my dress before he reached behind my back and began to slowly unzip me. "There hasn't been anyone else."

I had to admit that his words surprised me and brought me an unexpected satisfaction. Knowing that in some way he was still mine brought relief to a worry that I hadn't realized that I had. It was incredibly selfish of me to still want to me the only woman that he thought about. To not want him to move on when that has been all have been trying to do. I knew he wouldn't alway be mine, but I wanted to make sure that my heart wasn't his when that happened.

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I looked out the large window overlooking the city, aware of the mistake that I had just allowed to happen. We'd been laying in silence for a while, knowing that if either of us spoke we would break what was happening now. Dick suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist as he slowly began to kiss my shoulder.

"I know that you're going to leave while I sleep." He whispered his lips still moving slowly against my skin.

His words brought me back to the night that I left Wayne Manor in the middle of the night. The night that I left Dick for what I thought would be forever. And I was sure he was thinking about that night too. The reminder did hurt, but that night I never thought I would see Dick Grayson again. But here I was in bed with him again, and not wanting to think of anything else.

Slowly I turned around to meet his eyes. "Does that make you angry?"

"Yes." He whispered.

Looking into his brown eyes now I knew just how hard it would be to leave. But that was exactly why I was planning on waiting until he fell asleep, it made it easier for me even if it hurt him more. It was selfish and cruel, but I wouldn't be able to leave any other way.

I brushed some sweaty strands of hair away from his face, causing him to close his eyes in the process. His hair had gotten long, much longer than the neat haircut that he had before. But I liked his hair like this so much more. "Then make love to me like when you wake up I won't be in your arms."

He nodded before leaned forward to kiss me as he pushed me down on the mattress until his body was over mine.

"Let's keep seeing each other." He said suddenly as he pulled away enough to meet my eyes. Again I saw a hint of that childish hope light up his features. It was something that I had loved in the past but was now a reminder of who I had become. "Even if it's like this. No one has to know."

Processing him words caused me to become serious. The idea of seeing each other while I remained a criminal and he continued to be a vigilante was ridiculous. It simply wouldn't work and would only cause problems in the future. "That's insane."

"You make me a little insane." He said with a boyish smile, one that was very different from the frown that he was wearing a couple hours ago. Clearly Dick really did believe that I would agree, and I was annoyed by how bold and overconfident he could be.

"No. This isn't going to happen..." I began to say before he cut me off with another kiss. It wasn't long before his lips began to kiss down my jaw and towards my neck. His hand slowly moved up my side until it cupped one of my breasts just as his lips found that spot on my neck that caused my breath to falter. For the first time I couldn't help but curse the fact that he knew me so well. It was irritating to think about the fact that he knew my body so well, after all he had worked with me to find exactly what it was I liked. Up until Floyd he was the only one, that wasn't the case anymore nut in this moment it still felt like was still just him. Like the last two years hadn't happened, and everything between us was still okay. "I know what you're doing. It's not going to work."

"Give me an hour to change your mind." Dick replied offering me a suggestive smile, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his arrogance. It was even more irritating that I continued to find it charming. Even when I wanted to believe that I still had a hold on Dick Grayson, the truth was that he still had a hold of me too.

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A/N: I am so determined to finally finish writing season two, only 16 more chapters left! Things are going to start to get more intense these upcoming chapters as we get more into the Deathstroke plot. I'm really enjoying season 3 of Titans and already starting an outline for book three. Hope you're all still enjoying!!!