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"𝒊 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐

𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒖𝒉

𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒆

𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒏, "𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒙, " 𝒔𝒉𝒆,𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒘

𝒕𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒆, 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰,𝒎 𝒐𝒏

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, "𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆"

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒍𝒆, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒊'𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆

𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒚, 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒖𝒉

𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒚𝒎𝒔

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒘𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒙, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒛

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔

𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒚'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒚

𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏' 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒊, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏'

𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒚

𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔

𝒔𝒐 𝒊'𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉?

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

𝒊'𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉?"

Me and the rest of my friends whooped, reciting every bit of the lyrics along with the other bodies that crowded this frat house.

This was every night of the week at Gotham City University. The air was clouded in a light fog from the pot being smoked, beautiful ladies dancing, alcohol, and most importantly smiles everywhere.

A good time was what our University was known for. But, personally, for me, this is the most freedom I've felt since my days at the circus. I loved Bruce to death and would always appreciate what he did for me and my siblings but, he turned us all into weapons of mass destruction.

So, the day Bruce finally asked me what I really wanted to do was the day I hung up the Nightwing ensemble in exchange to be Richard Grayson again. And almost four years later I haven't looked back.

I still trained -mainly, to keep up with Jason, Tim, Damian, and Cass to remind them occasionally I was their big brother and could still kick all of their asses- but as far as the capes, gadgets, and patrols; I tried to leave it to them.

At least for now.

That's the funny thing about trying to constantly prove yourself to someone, it has a tendency to cause you to lose yourself to the point it's hard for you to remember who you really were in the first place.

"What's up with you, blue?" Vic asked sanguinely as he wrapped his arm around my neck, pulling me closer as a big brother would do his younger.

Victor Stone. My ebullient roommate and best friend. He was always smiling and goofing around. But it didn't stop him from being a hell of an athlete, damn near inhumane on the field, and an even better person off it.

"Nothing, bro, just need another drink." I replied causing him to nod as he beamed loudly over the music that began to slow and become a bit more euphoric

"Everybody please give it up for the best wide receiver GCU has ever had!" Vic exclaimed loudly leaving me to shake my head with a low smile at his action

Whoops and cheers then rang against the walls of the space causing me to smile now in Vic's direction before turning back towards the girls who were shooting us both flirty smiles, the guys who secretly envied us for no valid reason yet were determined to ingratiate themselves with us to get a name, then, of course, the rest of our football team who were shirtless, out of it, standing on anything in sight and surely to embarrass themselves before dawn.

"And to the best quarterback ever!" I exclaimed putting the spotlight back on my best friend as we began doing our handshake with the music growing louder once more and the party growing wild again

And with that, I seemed to float to the kitchen in hopes to find a quieter atmosphere and something non-alcoholic to drink.

I had these moments a lot at parties. I always ended up with something far fetched on my mind with it either being haunting or nostalgic.

Pulling the fridge door open, I reached in grabbing a sports drink before hearing a nickname a beautiful friend of mine had given me about ten years back.

"Boy scout?" Her soft now mature voice called lowly

I knew it was her even before I turned but it couldn't stop the many doubts I had.

It couldn't be. Not the girl I had numerous dreams of seeing again...the girl that as a young boy I had fallen in love with.

"Dawn?" I replied in shock, as I began walking toward where she stood as she did the same practically jumping in my arms as she used to causing me to hold her in my embrace almost melting into it

It was her. The girl who I lost and thought was gone forever.

"Oh, God. It is you." She said as she smiled beautifully causing butterflies to swarm my stomach

And Jesus she was beautiful. She stood about five, seven now, and still had the prettiest light green eyes that favored her tan skin.

I hadn't been this nervous in years and the last time I was definitely wasn't because of a woman. I mean, fuck, I usually thrive around women yet...seeing Dawn now, all grown up and in this skin-tight little black dress was bringing me to my knees mentally.

Though we slowly pulled away from our physically and emotionally intense embrace it didn't stop it from being painful. I still wanted and needed to hold her in my arms to make up for all the years had lost with her.

"Fuck, Marshy, it's been forever," I said calling her, her own personal nickname I had given her -due to her everlasting love for marshmallows- all those years back

She then bit her bottom lip innocently as she began shimmying her hand through my long hair while laughing lowly as she said jokingly, "You asshole, you left me!"

"Oh, shut up, you know I would've never if I had a choice!" I replied as she pursed her lips together in a closed smile and said, "I know, I know."

"You wanna get out of here?" I asked shyly in hopes she'd take up the offer and we could get a real chance to catch up as I scratched the back of my neck in hopes it'd soothe the many nerves she brought upon me

"I don't know party boy, your guys gonna be fine with that?" She teased causing me to roll my eyes as I smiled slightly turning to the side before facing her again only this time grabbing ahold of her hand

"It doesn't matter what they think," I replied causing her to smile

"Then I guess we can go, pretty boy." She replied as a group of drunk girls walked into the kitchen causing me and Dawn to make our way out -ignoring the many explicit comments they had made about me and snarky remarks they had made about Dawn- leaving her face to cringe and her eyes to roll

"If I punch all of them in the face I'll be wrong right?" She said causing me to laugh and reply, "They're just jealous, insecure wannabe mean girls no need to even waste your energy, Marshy."

I then wrapped my arm around her waist beginning to tickle her resulting in her lightly squealing as she put a bit of distance between us before I pulled her back to me as we smiled genuinely toward each other and made our way out of the house the party continued to boom out of

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