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

Dick had fallen asleep beside me and was still holding me as I awoke. I sleepily enjoyed the soft beat of his heart that gave off the warmth he was sharing. He was turned towards me, allowing me to admire his features and the way his black lockes fell over his eyes. The sight made me smile and that's when I finally caught up to how close we were in proximity. Our legs were entwined and his breath fanned softly over my face.

I worried my bottom lip through my teeth and fought against the smirk that threatened to take over. The smirk that wanted to pair with my urge to place a light kiss on his nose and see what would happen. I fought against it and won, gently untangling myself from him and sitting up slowly. I felt my back pop as I crawled over Dick to place my feet on the floor and stand. I yawned softly and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, looking towards the window. No light shined through the curtains indicating the darkness that lay beyond them.

I then began to feel the soft ache in my side at my movement and lifted my shirt to examine the stitched wound on my side. It looked irritated and a little bruised but it was definitely getting better. I lightly traced my fingers over it, feeling a slight sting and nothing more. Letting my shirt fall to cover the wound, I focused my eyes back on Dick. His eyes were open and watching me with a soft smile.

"Hello there," I greeted kindly, "I was hoping you would sleep a little longer."

"I got cold," Dick countered, pulling himself up into a sitting position and swinging his legs over the bed, "Besides, I wasn't supposed to be the one that fell asleep."

"But it felt good didn't it?" I questioned, crossing my arms as I shifted my weight to one leg.

"You're right, it did," he admitted, "But I really don't need anyone getting the wrong idea."

"You were just being supportive and giving me some peace of mind," I said, "What's the harm in that?"

"My brothers can twist things into things they're not. Especially Jay," Dick sighed.

"Then you just want to forget it happened in the first place," I stated, feeling my smile fade slightly.

"That's not what I meant," Dick argued, sighing softly before standing, "I don't need them telling Barbara and giving her the wrong idea."

"Why not? Is she your girlfriend or something?" I questioned, possibly speaking a little harsher than I meant to.

"Something like that," Dick admitted, looking at the floor with a soft tinge reaching his cheeks.

I hummed, feeling something foreign rise with the frustration in my chest. I crossed my arms and shifted my weight from one leg and then the other. Dick looked up at me, offering a kind smile. A smile I didn't return.

"I don't want to just forget about it," Dick spoke up, "but I don't want it to cause any problems I can't solve."

"Then forget it. You don't want problems so just don't offer to fall asleep beside me in an attempt to console me," I told him, despite the feeling inside me making my hurts hurt more as I spoke them aloud.

I swallowed, clenching my jaw as Dick's smile faded. He also had unspoken questions that shone in his gaze, but if he wanted to ask he didn't. He walked towards me, making me take a couple steps back. He reached for my hand, but I pulled away. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I didn't know what to say, so I pressed my lips into a line.

"If you have something to say, then say it," he told me, his tone kind and his posture signalling he wanted to listen.

"What's the point?" I asked, "You seemed so willing to be close to me hours ago and then you say you want me to forget it because of another woman. I've barely met Barbara and she seems nice but if you truly love her and she loves you, then she would understand that you were only trying to calm me down."

"I never said I loved her," Dick argued with a hint of frustration, "It's complicated."

"Look, I don't care what it is," I breathed, "There's clearly something between you two and I don't want to ruin that."

"There's nothing to come between," he countered, "It's just-"

"Dick, I'm not going to argue this with you," I interrupted, hearing my own voice raise, "If you don't want something like this to happen again then just say that and leave."

"Fine. Then I'll leave you be," he agreed, taking a few steps back from me, "And we don't have to do this again if it's that much of an issue."

"That's okay," I breathed, "Just go about your days and I'll go about mine."

With that, Dick left the room, leaving me with a feeling that left me with an ache in my chest. I breathed out a sigh and let my head drop as Dick let the door close behind him. His foot falls faded and that's when I walked to the bed, sitting on the plush sheets. I didn't dare lay back down because I knew they would smell like him and I didn't want the ache to become worse.

"Ma, help me out," I murmured to no one, "What am I feeling? What happened?"

I sat there feeling the ache for some time. I remember feeling it before, but that was when I found out my mother died. What was it that one of the gang members called it? Heartbreak? I shook my head, not wanting to dwell on it. I've left my walls down for long enough. I shouldn't have let myself become vulnerable to begin with. Joker taught me better than to open up to strangers.

I got ahold of my emotions, all except the frustration at the whole ordeal. I wanted to do something to alleviate it but I didn't want to do it alone. But I also didn't know if I could approach anyone and ask to spar. I knew I shouldn't be training with the risk of popping my stitches hanging over my head. I sighed and stood. There was no shame in going to the cave and asking though.