*Tina's pov*
"I need a moment." I pulled away from Dick's warm embrace and gave him the best smile I can manage at the moment.
Dick slowly nodded, and let me go. I can feel him staring behind me as I hurried off into one of the empty rooms in the mansion. Somehow, I led myself into the sparring room that had perfectly placed punching bags and mannequins.
I traced the sparring mannequin with my fingers. It was nothing, but smooth rubber underneath my fingertips, but all too quickly the rubber turned into Jamal's face under my fingers.
"Damn it!" I groan. I hate when my powers subconsciously activate. I go to touch the mannequin to remove the illusion, but I stop within a few inches of it.
He has a really punchable face.
The intrusive thought crossed my mind, and I immediately took a step back. "No, I'm crazy. I'm not like that."
"You're being such a fucking bitch. All you do is complain, that's why Cecil is better company than you will ever be, bitch."
Those words spill from the illusion on the mannequin, and my hands ball into a tight fist.
Fuck it.
I throw a punch at Jamal's face and start hitting him with all the combos I can think of. I even throw an elbow in there, wishing I could hear the audible crack of his nose breaking. We are definitely over.
"Don't forget to kick the cojones." I turn around to see Dick leaning against the padded walls.
"How could I forget!" I turn back around and release a hard front kick to where the privates would be. The kick was so hard, it made the mannequin sway before falling in it's back.
"Feel better?" He asked as he handed me some water and a little towel.
"Definitely," I spat as I reached for the water. "Thank you," I tell him before taking a sip of water.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No," I scoff as I look back at the mannequin. "I'll end up beating up the mannequin again."
"Fair enough," he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't say anything, and watched as I finished my water and sat the mannequin up again.
Just tell him. I blow out a frustrated breath, and give the poor mannequin an apologetic look.
"He called me a bitch...twice and he prefers his lil' friend Cecil to me because I complain too much! Why? Because I called out his fucking 'friend' for being a bad influence and a complete bastard?" I let a hysterical laugh, because I'm completely done with him.
"Wow, I'm such a bitch for caring! I should've let the asshole ruin his fucking life then we'll see who's the motherfucking bitch," I laugh with the frustrated tears streaming down my cheeks.
"You did all you could do Ti'. It's all him now," Dick reassured me.
"It sure is, because I'm done. Completely done with him, his ego, and his fucking friends. DONE!" I angrily wipe my tears and straighten myself up.
"I have better things to do." I turn to Dick- who had gotten closer to me while I was ranting- and placed my hands on my waist.
"Sure do. We gotta fashion show to run right?" Dick said with a smile that can make any woman melt. Especially me.
The anger and frustration faded away, and was replaced with hope and excitement. I can feel a smile crawl onto my face again.
"How did I know that was gonna make you smile?" Dick chuckled as he placed his hands on my shoulders. I can smell his cologne, feel the strength of his hands, and sense the kindness of his eyes.
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About THAT Night (Dick Grayson x OC)
Fanfiction"Somehow in my lucid state I found my way to you. I don't know why I felt the need to come here when I did, but I did it anyway," Dick lifted his hand and gently brushed his knuckles across my cheek. I leaned into his touch and glanced at his muscle...
