About THAT Night (Dick Grayson x OC)

Prologue

(Dick Grayson's pov)

"Fuck!" I groan as I settle against the brick wall. Just a little ways to go.

I glance down at my wounds and almost pass out from the sight of them. I can't believe the fucker actually pulled a knife on me.  I also can't believe he knew how to use it too. This is definitely not my night.

I limp over to the door and sigh with relief. I'm so glad she lives on the first floor. Those stairs were going to be hell if she had lived on the second floor. I lift my hand and knock on the door as hard as I could. The sharp pain races up my arm, causing me to wince.

I hear noise on the other side of the door and felt my heart skip a beat. "Who is knocking on my door at this time of night?" She mumbles. I softly smile at the sound of her voice.

"Who is it?!" Her voice deepens with the goal of scaring off whoever knocked on her door. She's not fooling anyone with that voice. I can easily tell that she's a woman. A very pretty woman at that.

"I-It's me...Di-" before I could finish my sentence, she hurriedly unlocks the door and opens it.

"What the hell happened to you?" She whispers as she steps outside to look if anyone else is with me or watching me.

A grunt leaves her throat as she leads me inside of her apartment.

She closes and locks the door behind me before moving in front of me to pause her show or movie. Damn she's beautiful.

Her tank top and shorts reveal smooth dark skin, while her long blue hair is tied up into a bun on top of her head as tendrils of hair frame her oval face. Her dark brown eyes stare back at me with a mixture of aggression, shock, and worry. If I wasn't so hurt right now I would try to ease her emotions with a hug.

"If it isn't my good friend, Tina Remington," I smirk with some of the energy I have left.

"Sit down," She commands as she turns around towards the kitchen. I glance at her curvy body before groaning to myself. Look away, Grayson.

I settle myself onto the couch and wince as my bruised back hits the cool leather of the couch.

"How can you be so careless, Dick? You're parading around in your suit, hurt mind you, and anyone could have seen you?" She opened her freezer and grabs something. "My roommate, could have been home," to emphasize the seriousness of the situation, she slams the freezer door.

"Hey, I wasn't parading around in my suit...I was limping," I chuckle. She hits me with her meanest glare and stalks over to me. She holds a bag of frozen peas in her hand and sets it on the side of me.

"Let's get your top half uncovered first," She gently takes off the armor and weapons on my suit and drops it to the floor. She then moves her small hands around trying to find the zipper on my suit. She finds it and moves it down. The suit releases its tightness around me, and she pulls it from my upper body.

"Usually, I'd have more fun with the undressing part," I smile, but wince as she accidentally hits a laceration on my shoulder.

"Mmm," she ignores my comment and grabs the peas on the side of me. She places it on the giant bruise on the left side of my body. I flinch at the coolness of the peas hitting my skin. I glance up at her and come face to face with her chest. Oh boy. I try look anywhere but her, but my eyes revert to the same place. I quickly look down at my lap. This isn't good. Her scent is surrounding me and I can't escape.

"So...you have a roommate?" I ask as I clear my throat.

"Duh, I can't pay this rent by myself," She sasses as she analyzes the look of my wounds. I notice the glimpse of worry in her eyes.

"Guess I got lucky then," I chuckle as I lean against the couch, hoping to distract her from the lecture she was going to give me.

"You arrogant ass," she smirks as she steps away to get the first aid kit.

"You love me," I smile as my eyes follow her around her home.

"Nope, I only love your butt. Which, by the way, you haven't dropped the workout routine for."

"Oh come on, Tina, you love me more than that," I grin.

"Don't make me barf," she chuckles as she comes into the living room with the first aid kit.

"Don't think I haven't-ouch! Notice you staring," I grunt as I try to move into a more comfortable spot.

"And don't think I haven't noticed you staring," she smiles. She opens the first aid and pulls out the antiseptic. Oh God this is going to burn.

"What can I say? I like what I see," I bite my lip, in hope of hiding some of the nervousness I feel, when she lays out the needle and thread for my wounds. I hate this part.

"Ha, too bad you can only look. I'm taken, baby," she winks as she brings the antiseptic close to me.

Taken?!