Do You Trust Me? ?~|~?Nightwing Fanfict?~|~? (Read Desc)

"I'm trusting you to not ram me into any walls, I noted, as Dick quided me forward, off the lift and down what I could only guess was a hall by the way the air changed

"You mean like this? He joked, lightly shoving me into the wall on my left.

Despite the slight twinge, I managed to shove back, maybe a little harder than I meant to he stumbled off balance and caught my arm, pulling me down with him. With barking laughter we caught ourselves before we fell completely to the floor. The movement caused a pull on my side that made me reel back and press my hand over the spot with a pained hiss. I may have been blindfolded, but it didn't take a genius to know that my distress leaked through my eyes in the form of tears. I felt them bleed through the blindfold.

"Alright, let's not rough-house until you're fully recovered," Dick noted, gingerly wrapping his arm around me to pull me towards him, "I don't think you popped your stitches though."

"That may be a good idea." I agreed, letting him lead me forward once more, "I'm glad Leslie did a hell of a lot better patching me up than you did."

"Well I only had superglue on me. What was I supposed to do?" Dick sighed, coming to a stop and reaching for my hand, placing it on the wall beside me, "Hold out an arm, I'm going to hand you a towel."

"A clean one, hopefully." I joked, keeping my hand firmly on the wall to keep me semi-aware of my surroundings, and holding out my other arm.

"Yes a clean one. I'm not that mean," he said, before I felt the soft fabric of a towel get placed over my arm.

I placed the towel over my shoulder and felt a soft breeze as Dick replaced himself by my side. I hummed as he started leading me once more with an 'Almost there' to offer at our progression. It was then I felt myself get turned and the air changed once more indicating I was in a new room. Reaching my hands out, I felt my hands touch the cool surface of what I guessed to be the granite countertop of a sink.

"Am I allowed to take my blindfold off?" I wondered, reaching one hand up to press my fingertips to the edge of the bandage around my eyes.

"Am I allowed to close the door first?" Dick countered, closing the bathroom door with a light thud.

"Maybe I like doors open?" I pouted, pulling off the bandaging and blinking my eyes to adjust to the difference in lighting.

"Your eyes are freed now, " he joked, "I think I can leave you here and I'll come check on you in fifteen minutes."

"Do I not get a change of clothes?" I asked, "in case you haven't noticed, these are the same clothes I've been wearing since you first picked me up off the streets and are now covered in my blood."

"That's what I was forgetting. Barbara got you something she thought might fit," Dick perked up, his eyes wide at his explaination, "I'll go grab those real quick."

"Cool," I replied with a smile, "I'll get in the shower while you grab those and you can drop them on the counter for when I get out."

"Just don't drown," he advised before opening the door just enough for him to slip out.