A/N: I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE

The day was February 12th, and it started like any other day. Rory woke up early in the morning with Tim wrapped around her, keeping her trapped under his body. It was a gloomy day out, with the sun hidden behind dark clouds. Almost all the snow was gone with March fast approaching and it was starting to warm up.

She had gotten good at slipping out of Tim's death grip he had when he was sleeping, so that morning she got up and changed with ease before leaving her room and shutting the door. It had been three days since she had told the others about White Arrow and Slade, or at least most of the story. There were aspects that she wanted to keep private for now at least, them knowing that she had a history with the man known as Deathstroke was bad enough.

Quietly she walked down to the Batcave and logged into the computer. Deathstroke was in Gotham, and he was there for her and Rory was going to find out why. She wanted to go back to that building, but none of them would let her. With Bruce's order of no getting mixed up with the bigger villains, that defaulted to Slade and it pissed her off.

All she could do was watch footage from security cameras, her suit, and anything else she could hack her way into, even going as far as using someone's phone. No one was fond of that idea, especially Tim. After patrol, she would review her suit footage but nothing came up. Now that she knew Slade was there, she could feel his eyes on her everywhere she went and it didn't help that he could hide as well as Batman if not better.

Rory was getting sick and tired of being sidelined, she knew that they all had good intentions but Rory knew she would have a better chance against Deathstroke than the Joker. She had fought him before and lived, but Rory had lost something that night. 

Tim woke to feel the cold bed under him, opening his eyes he saw that Rory had yet again gotten up without him noticing. With a sigh, he got up and ran a hand through his hair before leaving the room. He knew that he had a bad sleeping schedule, but Rory was starting to scare him. She wasn't sleeping, and when she was it was plagued with bad dreams.

He had tried to see if Jason could get her to open up, but she refused and shut him down quickly saying that she was fine and it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Tim knew exactly where she would be, so he made his way down to the Batcave and saw her there sitting at the computer with her eyes glued to the screen.

"Rory," he called, hoping she was hearing him. No answer. With a sigh he walked down and sat with her, she didn't have to look at him to see the look he was giving her. Rory felt bad that she was worrying him this much, but the last time Slade came around it didn't end well and she'd be damned if something like that happened again.

"How long have you been up?" he asked.

"Only about thirty minutes." 

"Did you eat?" he asked.

"Did you?" she countered.

Tim huffed a laugh. "Fair enough. Come on, get up." He pulled her away from the computer and made her stand. "You are going to go take a shower and eat, I love you but you are starting to smell and I want you taken care of," he said pushing her up the stairs.

Rory rolled her eyes and let him push her up the stairs and back to her room. Stopping outside her bathroom, she turned to look at him with a gleam in her eyes. "Fine, I'll take a shower," she said.

"If you take one with me." 

Tim's heart stopped, she wanted him to shower with her? Bruce's rules were in effect still, and the two of them abided by the rules eighty-five percent of the time at least. Surely taking a shower together would not break one of those rules right?

"Go start it and I'll be there in a minute," he said turning to lock Rory's bedroom door before grabbing clothes for both of them, Tim having stashed a bunch in her room. When he entered the bathroom, he saw Rory leaning over the tub as she tested the water before turning on the showerhead.

He leaned against the door frame and watched as she closed the curtain and began to undress. setting the clothes down, he walked over and took her waist from behind leaning his face into her neck pressing soft kisses to her skin.

Rory shivered at the feeling of Tim's hands on her bare waist, leaning her head ever so slightly to the side. Closing her eyes, she let his hands wander and finish undressing her enjoying the feeling of his touch on her body.

Tim chuckled softly against her skin, "You're so cute when you're flustered." 

"You think I'm cute doing a lot of things Tim, most of those involve us not wearing clothes," she said, pulling out of his hold and sliding his shirt up and over his head. Rory slid her hands down Tim's chest, slowly tracing the light scars on his body from years of vigilante work. 

"You have it wrong there Songbird, you're not cute." Tim took her chin, lifting her head to look at him distracting her from removing his pants. "You're breathtaking, the sight of you squirming under my touch while you moan my name is not something I will forget." 

Rory watched as Tim's eyes darkened to a deep cobalt blue, and she bit her lip. Maybe Bruce's rules could be broken once more? With a grin, Rory climbed into the shower taking Tim with her. Once they were in, Tim grabbed Rory and lifted her up against the wall kissing her deeply.

Rory's hands went to his hair, kissing him just as deep letting soft moans escape her lips as he explored her mouth with his own. It wasn't long before Rory was begging for Tim to touch her, which he happily complied to. Feeling his hands on her, Rory wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer, making both of them gasp softly at the feeling.

Tim loved seeing her like this, Rory always had a tough act on but when they had moments like this it was like she was a new person. Pressing kisses to her neck, Rory gripped his back digging her nails in and he watched as she unraveled under him, begging,  pleading for Tim to keep going. He kissed down her collar, leaving soft marks with his teeth, making her moan louder with each one. Quickly he cut her off with a kiss, Tim didn't want them to get caught because Rory was loud. 

Rory kissed him harder, moaning against his lips as she felt him move within her making her stomach knot and her toes curls. She could feel herself getting close and muttered his name softly, and Tim wasn't far off himself as her name slipped past his lips in soft whispers, feeling her come undone and he soon followed with a moan of her name.

Rory leaned her head on Tim's shoulder trying to catch her breath, he had said that she was breathtaking but he literally took her breath away with each kiss and touch. Carefully he set her down, leaning in to kiss her swollen lips once more.

Rory's head was fuzzy and her body was completely relaxed to the point she didn't notice that Tim was washing her body for her, pressing kisses to her stomach, hips, and thighs. She ran a hand through his hair and he looked up at her as he washed her legs. 

"Don't go getting any more ideas Mr. Drake, I doubt we will be able to get away with more than once," she said softly, watching as he placed another kiss on her inner thigh making her toes curl.

"It's not my fault my girlfriend is so fucking beautiful." he grinned and began to rinse her off, his hands not leaving her waist. Rory looked up at him, it was hard enough to resist Tim with that look in his eyes but with his hair wet and draped across his eyes it was that much harder.

Grabbing the sponge, she began to wash Tim's body making sure to get every inch of him. She trailed her fingers over the muscle on his body, sending shivers down his spine. Rory grinned to herself, enjoying the fact that she could have that effect on him.

"You keep doing that, the entire manor will know what we're up to and I don't think you want that Aurora." Tim groaned as her hands ghosted lower, grabbing them before she could do more to him than she already was.

"I think we're both clean enough." she smiled and turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping herself in the towel with Tim behind her doing the same. They both dried off and got dressed, not caring much about the fact that it was pretty obvious what had happened.

They left Rory's room hand in hand, not noticing the fact that Jason was across the hall watching them with his jaw dropped. He was quick to put two and two together, the wet hair, glossy-eyed look, and the fact that they came out together told him exactly what happened.

Jason wasn't the only one to notice, once Rory and Tim entered the kitchen everyone's eyes widened. Both Rory and Tim were oblivious to the stares from the others even as they sat down and ate their food. 

It was Dick that broke the silence. "Did you guys shower?" 

Rory looked up from her food, about to put a piece of melon in her mouth. "I would think that's obvious Dick, why else would we be wet?" she answered.

"Together?" Steph pressed, wanting to know the deets. 

Rory popped the piece of melon in her mouth and looked at her. "What gave you that idea?"

"The fact that I watched you two leave Rory's room," Jason said, leaning back in his chair crossing his arms.

"So what if we did? I don't think that breaks any rules if nothing happened." Tim said, sipping his coffee to hide the grin on his face. 

"But something did happen didn't it?" 

"And how would you know that princess? Do you keep your ear pressed to my door or something?" Rory grinned at him as she ate another piece of melon. 

Jason flushed and shrunk in his seat. "Fuck you."

After breakfast, the day was relatively quiet. It was the weekend and no one had work or school to attend to and it had started to rain at about noon which made it perfect weather for movies and popcorn. 

Rory was banned from picking movies because all she picked were musicals and after a while, no one wanted to watch them because the songs would get caught in everyone's head so they had let Dick pick the movie, it being Back to the Future. Of course, when you watch the first, that meant you had to watch the rest so in the screening room the entire Wayne residence was sat watching Back to the Future part 1, 2 and 3. By the time the third one ended, it was around the time for them to go out for patrol that night.

With everyone ready in the Batcave, Bruce gave out assignments only this time he left out Rory. Everyone was out of the cave and he was about to leave with Damian when she stopped him. "Bruce, why didn't I get an assignment?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Because I want you safe, the others are going to do some digging and they can't do that if you need to be watched," he explained, putting the cowl on his head and said nothing more before he left with Robin.

Rory crossed her arm and frowned. Bruce was benching her, for her own safety and she wasn't having it. No one was in the cave except Barbara who was watching the monitor. "Hey Babs, I'm heading upstairs," she called.

Barbara tore her eyes away from the screen and looked at her. "Alright, try and get some rest Rory. You're going to need it," she answered and went back to work.

Rory walked up to her room and shut her door with a slam, making sure someone heard it. Grabbing her DVD, she put in My Fair Lady and turned it up so it would be heard from outside the door, locking it from the inside. Walking out onto her balcony, Rory watched the rain pour around her. 

Aiming an arrow, she shot it out at a tree and slid across it. She wasn't going to sit in her room benched when she could be looking for hints to Slade Wilson and why he was in Gotham. It took her longer than she expected, but she arrived on the outskirts of the city and began to make her way to the building from before.

She stayed quiet, and low to the ground not wanting to get the attention of the others, especially Batman. As she zipped from one building to another, Grey Arrow saw something out of the corner of her eye. When she landed, she turned and aimed an arrow only to see Nightwing there giving her a look.

"What the hell Nightwing, you scared the shit out of me." she snapped.

He let out a chuckle and shook his head. "Once I learned you were benched, I only knew it was a matter of time before you snuck out."

Grey Arrow rolled her eyes and put the arrow away. "What gave you the impression?" 

"Who do you think invented sneaking out of the manor? Oracle told me that you went to your room and I knew what you were doing." he crossed his arms and looked down at her. "Be happy it was me who caught you and not the others, I know of two reds that would kick your ass for this."

"What? Are you going to send me home then, give me a slap on the wrist." she snapped.

Nightwing shook his head. "No, I'm going to help you. If you want to get back before Batman and the others we better get going." and he grappled off towards the building. Grey Arrow watched him with a shocked expression before shrugging and following him.

It didn't take long before they landed on the roof of the building. "What floor was the window on?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"Top floor, it should be right under us," she answered and shot an arrow into the floor before dropping down and swinging into the room. Needless to say that she wasn't surprised to find it empty. If Slade really had been watching her, then he knew that she knew and would have moved his things to a new location.

Both Grey Arrow and Nightwing searched the room not finding anything visible. Turning on the detective mode, Grey Arrow searched the room again and stopped seeing something on the ground by the window. Crouching down she got a better look at it and saw that there were three markers from where a tripod was previously set.

"Hey Nightwing, what do you make of this?" she asked. He walked over and looked at the markings, running his fingers over it.

"It was a tripod, if he was here then what did he have set up?" he asked.

"A gun, a camera? This is Slade Wilson we're talking about here," she answered, Nightwing laughed at her comment and stood up to look around some more. They didn't get much more looking done before the door was kicked down, both Grey Arrow and Nightwing turned and saw a bunch of large and armed men there looking at them.

"Looks like the tip was right, the girl was here and she has a bat with her." The one in front said.

Grey Arrow and Nightwing looked at each other, they had walked into a trap. "Kill the bird, get the girl."

Quickly the two of them sprung into action, Nightwing hitting the men with his escrima stick and Grey Arrow shooting them down with her bow. There were so many men, that she had actually run out of arrows.

"Well fuck. Time to get creative," she muttered and began to fire various objects with her bow, hitting the ones that had gotten too close. Grey Arrow didn't notice how close to the window she got until her back was pressed against the frame trying to keep herself from falling out. Nightwing was occupied with multiple thugs to notice how dangerously close she was to falling out. 

The thug in front of her grabbed her by the collar and held her halfway out the window, taking her bow and throwing it to the ground outside. Grey Arrow grabbed at his hand, trying to get him to let go, only making him grip her tighter. He flashed her a smile. "Try getting out of this one."  and pushed her out the window, Grey Arrow falling to the ground.

Nightwing looked over to see her fall out "Arrow!" he kicked and punched his way out in order to get to the window to see if she was alright.

Grey Arrow landed in the dumpster below with a loud crunch, crying out in pain. Looking down at her side, there was an iron rod sticking out of her. Carefully she reached behind her and felt that the rod was not that long, so she could risk moving about with it still in her. Taking it out would unclog the wound and she would bleed out before she could get help.

Biting back her screams, Grey Arrow climbed out of the dumpster and fell on her hands and knees. The pain from the rod was unbearable, but Nightwing was still up there fighting off the thugs.

"Arrow, you alright?" 

She pressed her com, "Yeah, just have a metal rod in my side is all. Good thing I got my tetanus shot right?" she chuckled weakly.

"A good thing indeed." Grey Arrow's blood went cold. She recognized the voice, she didn't even have to have had met him to know who he was. Her head perked up only to be met with the barrel end of a gun aimed right at her head, the owner in a tacky purple suit with terrible white makeup on his face.

She glared at the man in front of her, "It seems we finally meet."

"It seems so, my dear." he grinned and nodded at something behind her. Before Grey Arrow could even get a look, she was hit with something and everything went dark.

Nightwing had just put down the last thug and he looked out the window expecting to see Grey Arrow, but all he saw was the dark street below. Quickly he jumped out the window, landing on the ground. He swore that she was here, she had to be. His foot stepped in a puddle, but upon closer inspection, he could see that it wasn't water. 

Frantically he turned, trying to see if she was anywhere nearby taking shelter from her fall but Grey Arrow was nowhere in sight. He ran a hand through his hair and cursed loudly. How was he going to tell Tim?

"Oracle, Arrow disappeared, can you trace the tracker in her suit?" He asked, quickly.

"I got her location, it's just a few miles from where you are. I'll send you to coordinates." 

Nightwing looked at the coordinates, and it was just up the street. Taking off in a run, he followed the marker until it made him turn down an alley. Carefully he walked down it, keeping an eye out for something to pop out or Grey Arrow. According to the marker, he was right on top of her. 

It was then he heard a faint beeping, he followed the noise and saw that it was coming from behind the dumpster. Carefully, he followed the beep his heart dropping from his chest when he saw what awaited him. 

Stuck to the side was a bloody piece of cloth that held Grey Arrow's tracker, and a playing card he recognized too well. He pressed his com, plucking the fabric and card from the side and holding it tight.

"Guys, we have a problem."

Batman's voice was the first to respond. "What's the matter Nightwing?"

"It's Rory, the Joker has her."

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So..... I'm sorry?? Things are gonna get worse before they get better.

But on a lighter steamier  note, that shower scene no? Not gonna lie, that is the most in depth I have gone for a scene like that so I'm sorry if it was bad.

Until Next Time,