"Sometimes one look can tell you more than thousand words"

-Anonymous

Dick's POV

"No, you know what? Fuck you," The woman I haven't seen in almost two years venomously spits out in response to my 'fuck Batman'. I hear her heels click as she walks over to me.

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing when she joined the fight. I couldn't do anything about it, I had to finish my goal. But now that she standing right in front of me- I still can't process it... why is she here?

I turn to face her, "What the hell are you doing here? I didn't need your help!" She doesn't get to just show up, interfere in my fight, and think she's gonna go off on me.

She stumbles as she closes in on me, "Oh yeah? You totally could've take on, what was it, twenty against one?" What's wrong with her? She couldn't have been drinking, not even Alison can fight like that drunk.

"Did he send you here?" I get straight to it.

"No, I'm on a case, and vacation. Which is now ruined, so if you'll excuse me," She answers, pushing past me, but stops midway as she starts falling backwards.

Instinct takes over and I quickly catch her before she hits the ground "Shit." Yep, she's out. Fuck! I can't just leave her here in an alleyway, no matter how much she probably deserves it.

A million things circle my brain at once as I fully pick her up. I'm actually doing this, I can't help but laugh at how this night turned out. I carry her to my Porche and put her in the backseat.

The drive back to my apartment is a blur. I glance back at her almost every three seconds, praying she doesn't wake up, that'll just about do me in for the night.

Once I park I have to take a minute. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK! I whiper-shout, banging my steering-wheel a few times. I let my breathing slow back down, then quickly change out of my Robin-Suit, put it up, and take Alison inside.

I glance at my couch, the bedroom is the easiest option. I lay her down and can't help but stare for a minute, the black and orange suit taunting me. You know what you have to do, just get it over with. I carefully change her out of the Tamer suit and slip on one of my t-shirts and sweatpants. Oh I'm so getting an earful about it in the morning. Unless this has all been a nightmare. God I hope.

Back to Alison's POV

I wake to the sound of soft music. I groan, rolling onto my stomach wanting to go back to sleep, forever. I peak one eye open to check the time but quickly jump out of the bed I was in as I realize this isn't my room.

I look down to see I'm in an over-sized shirt and baggy sweats. Damn, how much did I drink last night? I scout the area, noticing my suit over a chair first, and that's when it hits me. Everything starts to resurface: Detroit, the fight, Dick. Oh fuck me, fuck meeee. How could I let my guard down enough to pass out like that? You skip a meal or two and BAM, lights out.

I see a glass of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand next to the bed. I'm gonna assume that's for me? I chug the water which causes my stomach to protest.

"Yeah, yeah, let's hope he has food," I mumble to myself. Time to face the music, literally.

I walk out of the bedroom which instantly leads me to the kitchen since this place seems to be pretty small. A shirtless Dick, whose muscular back is facing me, is fixing something on his utility belt from his suit. He hasn't heard me yet since I can move soundlessly, so I lean against the doorway waiting for him to notice. He wipes off the chest piece of his suit and picks up an R.

He slides his thumb across the blood then rinses it off. I glance around the room tired of watching him, immediately spotting the framed "The Flying Grayson's" poster I've seen a thousand times before the throwing star flying towards me catches my attention. I side-step it causing it to barely graze my arm before landing in the punching bag that he has hanging in the corner instead of me. I advert my gaze back to him, squinting angrily, this time getting a view of the colorful red and purple bruises scattering across his chest and abs.

"Fuck," Dick breathes out. "I didn't hear you come in- like I could've anyways," He corrects himself.

"What a pleasant greeting," I remark, pulling the R out of the doorframe. I walk over and slam it on the counter.

"I'm kinda not use to company," He voices, moving his eyes to the small scratch he just caused.

"Well I didn't ask to be brought here," I cross my arms, not even feeling it.

"Okay, next time I'll leave you unconscious in the alleyway, how bout that?" He snaps back.

I scoff, "I don't plan on a round-two."

He throws his head back for a moment, sighing, "Why are you here Alison?"

"Thought I had lead, turns out it was a dead end," I shrug grabbing an apple that's on the counter.

He nods moving on to pour himself coffee as I toss the apple back and fourth between my hands. We both know better than to say much else, because otherwise we'd say what we need to get off our chests... and that wouldn't end well.

"You hate apples," He breaks the silence. I glare at him, making eye contact for the first time since I came in here, but he doesn't look away. No, it's like he zero's in on me. Really? He's doing this? He leans against the fridge, I purse my lips. We're doing this. I exhale loudly, he clears his throat. This could take hours, so I lodge the apple at his face, which of course he catches it just before it hits his forehead, causing him to lose focus.

"Hmm," I smirk before turning to head back to the room, I need a shower.

Dick's hot on my heels. "What do you think you're doing?" He enters the room as I'm taking his shirt off. He quickly faces the other way.

"What? You had no problem looking last night when you changed me," I retort.

His back muscles tense, "Just... hurry up. I have to get ready for work."

"Perfect, that's where my bike is." In less than an hour this nightmare will be over.

"Can't get back fast enough huh?" Dick says under his breath, but I catch it. I ball my hands up so tight I think my nails are drawing blood.

"Couldn't run from it fast enough huh?" I challenge.

"Don't-"

"Then keep your fucking mouth shut." I snap, then enter the bathroom, and slam the door behind me.

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