(Dixie's POV)
I wake up to an immense amount of pain coursing through my body. When I focus on my surroundings no one was there, until I saw Brently lying his head on the right side of my bed, with his arms folded. He was sitting in one of the chairs they must have brought in. He looks so cute sleeping there, his red hair, a scattered mess. "Hi Brently", I whisper.
He shuffles and looks at me with his mesmerizing baby blue eyes and smiles. 'Awe he's adorable... what... what am I saying?! He's just my friend.' "Well good morning Dixie, sleep well?" He asks me in a soft and gentle voice. I did a double take on what he said. 'Morning.' "Morning?" I whisper ask. He smiles and informs me, "You must still be getting used to the fact that you didn't have a terror. Yes it's morning. How are you feeling?" He asks worriedly.
"Like I've been hit by a bus" I reply in a whisper with a small smile on my face because of his infectious smile. "I couldn't imagine" he jokes. "Are you ready to go home?" he asks me. "Yes. Anywhere but here." I reply. He flashes a toothy smile, "Well then, lets call the family." "Yes" I whisper out.
Out of nowhere we hear Jazz's bold and ecstatic voice, " No need! The Calvary has arrived!" "How are you feeling Mistress Dixie?" Alfred asks. "I'm fine, I guess I was a little tired." I reply in a whisper. "You ready to go home?" Bruce asks. "Yes" I whisper. Commissioner Gordon rolls in a wheelchair and smiles, "Well then, I believe it's time to get you going." I smile and whisper, "100%! Lets go!" I slowly lift myself off the, and sit up. I wince in pain as I try to swallow my saliva.
Bruce and Dahlia notice my wince. "Grayson? Are you ok? Which wound hurts worse?" I look at her and nod. Then I whisper, "My neck, it hurts the most." Tray looks at me like I'm crazy, "Even more than the bullet holes?!" I whisper in pain, "Yes." "Then I believe it's time to get you in the wheelchair. Bruce, if you will..." Brently states. Bruce gives a small smile, "Of course" He leans down to me, pulls the cover down below my feet, places one of his hands on my back, and puts his other hand under my knees. "You ready?" he asks me.
I try to glare at him. 'I don't need any help' I think to myself. Bruce must have noticed because he gave ma a small smirk. I roll my eyes and give him a thumbs up. He picks me up and places me in the wheelchair. Brently takes hold of the handles and wheels me out to the limo waiting for us, where Alfred has the car door open to the back seat.
Brently looks at me with his gorgeous, soft, blue eyes, "Would you like to lay down or sit up?" "Lay down please" I whisper quietly a little embarrassed. I could tell they struggled to hear me, but Jazz heard me perfectly. Said person smiles instantly making me regret my decision. "I think she should lay her head on Brentley's lap. She'll need a pillow." She sasses.
A bit of red dusts my cheeks as I see Bruce and Commissioner Gordon smirk at each other. Brent looks confused as I just want to crawl into a hole and never come out. 'Only my family' I muse to myself, 'only my family can embarrass me without trying.' I mentally facepalm. If I don't say yes it might hurt his feelings. 'ANSWER!' I mentally scold myself. "Sure" I whisper with a slight accent.
They smile, I only use my accent in public if I'm tired or unfocused. I use my accent at home all the time. Right now, I'm unfocused cause I'm trying my hardest not to blush. Alfred looks at Bruce who nods. "Master Brentley, I do believe it will work best if you get in first." Brentley nods and gets in. I get up from the wheelchair, much to the other's disliking, and crawl in. I lay down on my left side, my head in his lap, facing my sisters. My sisters get in after me and Alfred closes the back door. He opens the passenger door for Bruce, closes it, then walks to the drivers side and starts the car.
The back seats, that are against the driver and passenger, sits Daliah, Jazz, and Tray left to right. Infront of Dahl sits Brently; with my head in his lap. "Buckle up!" Bruce shouts from the passenger. We buckle up and sit in comfortable silence. As soon as we make it back to the manor, Alfredgets out and opens Bruces' and our doors.
My sisters get out and Bruce climbs in, and Brently shifts me so that Bruce can grab me. Once I'm in Bruces' arms he gets out of the car and walks into the manor. Once everyone is in, Bruce takes me to my room as Brently trails behind us. He sets me on my bed and Brently gets a call from his father.
(On Call)
Commissioner Gordon = C
Brently = B
C- Brently?
B- Hey dad! Is everything alright?
C- Yes, I just wanted to let you know that I will be home late tonight.
B- Ok. Please stay safe.
C- Will you ask Bruce if you can stay there for a while?
B- Sure.
(Off Call)
"Bruce? May I stay here a little longer? Dad is gonna be home late." "Of course, if you want to stay the night you can." Bruce answers with a smile. "Thank you" Brently replies. "You're welcome" Bruce says and walks out the door.
(On Call)
B- He offered me to stay the night, may I?
C- Of course. I love you.
B- I love you, too. Thank you.
C- You're welcome, bye.
B- Bye.
(Call Ended)
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A/N: I'm am so sorry it has taken me so long to update. Life has been a mess. I don't know when I'll get the chance to update next. I hope you are enjoying this story. Please stay safe during this pandemic, and if you do have the virus I hope you get better soon. I will see you later. Remember stay whelmed and feel the aster!
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The Princess of Gotham (Batfam x Young Justice)
FanfictionAfter years of being on her own, Rachel Jane "Dixie" Grayson also know as the Princess of Gotham now has sisters and 2 best friends. But what happens when enemies of the past come out of hiding? What happens when they need protection? And what if it...
