*Dick's pov*
"Why are all the-" I zigzag through the clear streets as Riddler's crew try to shoot at me. "C-listers, coming out tonight!" I grunt as one of the bullets nearly hits my motorcycle.
"Fucking beats me. Tim is trying to keep trigger happy from blowing Penguin's head off. Why am I with you again?" Jason asks as his car pulls up next to mine.
"Easy. You and Spade have too much in common," I tell him when he side- swipes the truck the Riddler is in. He pulls back to where I am.
"Hey, Nightwing, I have a riddle for you!" Riddler shouts.
"Oh shit!" I cuss as he pulls a machine gun from one of his crew.
"Who's in blue, black, and full of holes?!" He laughs as he starts shooting. He does not want the answer to that.
"Hold on!" Jason drives past me to the front of the truck, and reverses his car into it. The men in the truck jolt forward, as one of them roll out onto the street. I catch him before he could get anymore road rash, and toss him into some bushes nearby.
"You should have let his ass roll on the street," Jason grunts.
"Hell no, road rash sucks man," I tell him as I place my bike on autopilot. Here goes nothing. I bring myself to stand on top of my motorcycle, and balance myself there. Multiple gunshots fly past me as I jump into the truck.
I disarm Riddler first before I take out his other men. "Damn you!" He grunts. I push his head against the metal walls of the truck, and it knocks him out temporarily.
"You'll pay for that, asswipe!" One thug growls. Wait I recognize that asshole. He's the one who called Tina a bitch.
"You must be talking to a mirror," I smirk as I headbutt the bastard in the nose and knee him in the balls. Another guy tries to jump me, but I elbow him in the nose in mid-air, and throw him over my shoulder.
"Damn, only three?" I say to myself as I look around the vehicle. Riddler groans from the truck floor, so I turn around to face him.
"Riddle me this, Nigma. Who's green, red, and just got his ass kicked?" I laugh. He moans out 'me' before passing out again.
"Is he out?"
"Out cold, man. Now I can go home," I press the keypad on my forearm for my bike to come closer to the truck. I flip onto my motorcycle, and drive up to the driver. He takes a glimpse of me, and pulls to a stop. Jason and me stop immediately, and wait for this coward to get out of the truck.
"L-Look man he kidnapped me! I swear I had nothing to do with it!" He yells as he gets out of the truck.
"Tell it to the Commissioner," Jason says as the police pull up to the scene.
"Thanks guys we can take it from here," one of the officers smiles as they put the guys in handcuffs.
"I'm starving, you want something to eat?" Jason asks as he leans on his car. My stomach growls at the thought of food. French fries sound so good.
"Why not? We deserve it. I'll buy drinks if you get the food," I offer as I straddle my bike.
"Bet."
*an hour later*
"Are you heading back to the Mansion?" Jason asks as we walk out of the small diner.
"Nope I'm going home," I tell him truthfully.
"Something in me says bullshit, but okay. I'll see ya tomorrow," he says with a flick of his hand.
"See ya," I get on my bike and head home. Several minutes go by with me lost in my thoughts. Why is she still with the guy?! He called her bitch, not once, but twice! He's lucky I haven't seen him yet, because if I do, he's going to leave without his teeth.
I scoff out loud. The guy is ridiculous. That song 'Dont' by Bryson Tiller explains my situation perfectly.
Before I realize it, I'm at her apartment, and aching to be close to her. "God, what's wrong with me?" I mutter to myself.
I shut off my bike, and make my way to her window. I slide it up, and step into her room. She has her headphones on while she types away on her computer. I sneak up behind her to look at what she's typing. The History Of Pointe Shoes? I hope we aren't wearing them.
"Dick!" She gasps as she turns around in her chair to hug me. The smell of her perfume hits me in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Fuck this bodysuit doesn't help either.
"You're not too hurt are you?" She asks as she looks for any injuries. Why did that make me harder?
"Na, I got the Riddler. It wasn't too bad, just the same old same old," I tell her. She smiles brightly before moving away from me. She turns around and picks up the box next to her computer. The sight of her bare legs has me turning away to make some adjustments. When I realize that it wasn't going away, I just sat down on her bed, and covered it with her least favorite pillow.
"I just finished up these invites, and I'm excited. Dick, I'm going to tell you now that I may become a different person during this fashion show," she chuckled. "I want this so bad, that I can taste it! This fashion show is a chance to show how much I love fashion. I love seeing the joy on people's faces when they try on my clothes," she says as she places a seal on top of the box.
"I completely understand, Ti. Trust me when I say this is going to be a great success," I tell her sincerely.
"You think so?"
"I know so." She turns around, and smiles.
"You are such a great guy, Dick. Why are you single?" She asks as she pulls out fabric from her closet. I look down at my feet to keep from observing her body.
"The right girl doesn't know I exist," I say shyly. Why is this sooo cliche?!
"Hmm, I doubt that. You have a loud personality, Dick. I'm pretty sure she's well aware of you," she chuckles as she gets out her sewing supplies.
"You're my fortune teller now?" I ask as I pick up the picture of us posing at graduation.
"Nope, just...just making guesses," she smiles.
I smile back as a riddle crosses my mind. How do you tell the person you like them without telling them you like them?
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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...
