"Together we're like a bomb... making each other tik, waiting for one of us to set the other off"
- Quote by me
Alison's POV
I sigh for about the fourth time since Dick hung up the phone. Each time I get louder and the vein on Dick's forehead pops out more. He reaches for the volume to turn the radio up, again. He's been doing that thinking it'll drown me out, and not once has a good song played. A groggly noise escapes my throat.
"Okay!" Dick breaks first, squeezing the steering wheel til his knuckles turn white, "You've made your point." I smirk in victory and fan my hand towards the radio. "I don't think I can stand the rest of the ride in silence," He mutters, but turns it off anyways.
"Silence is better than that garbage" I remark.
"Well I didn't want to talk sooo..." He taps his fingers on the steering wheel, putting me on edge.
He only makes about thirty-seconds before... "So, have you-uh, spoken to them since-" What an awful conversation starter, referring to the people we're going to see tomorrow.
I answer quick so I don't have to think about that time too much. "Yeah actually," I pause when he shifts uncomfortably at my answer, "They came to visit me shortly after you know. Alfred thought I could use the company." I just wanted to be left alone, which they got that hint shortly after I told them what happened, then blew them off and started hitting up clubs.
"What'd you tell them?" Dick's voice sounds strained, like it physically hurts for him to talk about it. Good. I enjoy watching him suffer about a conversation he started about a thing he did.
"Just the truth," I grit through my teeth.
He scoffs, "I'm sure. Because we all know that's the bullshit that comes out of your mouth." The fuck he just say? I go to either punch or slap, I'm not sure which my blood is boiling so bad, but I feel his hand wrap around my wrist. "Do you want me to wreck?" He scolds but doesn't take his eyes off the road.
"Fuck you," My breathing turns rigid. How fucking dare he say that to me when he's the piece shit liar. "I should make you wreck. Maybe kill us in the process, do us both a favor," I spit out, my lungs feel like they're on fire now. It takes everything in me to not flip this car over or punch the windshield. Should've brought my pills. I've gone too long without fighting that everything has just been building up, gnawing at me to be released.
"Hey, you're gonna cause yourself to pass out," Dick interrupts my thoughts.
"Maybe you should've thought of that," I rip my arm out of his grasp, scratching him with a few on my nails as I do.
"Fuck," He mumbles, "You drew blood," He finally glances over at me.
"I should do more than that. Can't fucking wait to go back to Gotham," I end, making eye contact for a split second. I shift my focus on controlling my breath's and music starts playing once again, quieter.
Shortly after, we pull back into the motel. Oh yeah, I forgot all about our situation during the car ride. As soon as he puts it in park and kills the motor I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and slam his face into the steering wheel. He groans in pain. I keep my grip, bringing his head by the nape of his hair close to me, til my lips are touching his ear.
"Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again for the rest of this shitty trip or so help me God you'll wish you would've asked Alfred to prepare a funeral too," I say calmly. Blood starts dripping from his nose as I shove him back over to his side. Then I pick up the pizza boxes which ended up in the floor board and throw them over to him before ripping open the car door, and head for the stairs.
Dick's POV
If I have to hear Alison sigh one more goddamn time I'm not going to make it to Washington tomorrow. I turn the radio up louder hoping it'll distract her and make her stop, but each time she just gets louder. A noise escapes her lips and that's my last straw.
"Okay!" I snap, "You've made your point," I tighten my grip on the steering wheel to keep it together. She motions to the radio, wanting it off. "I don't think I can stand the rest of the ride in silence," I mumble but turn it off anyways.
"Silence is better than that garbage," She speaks up. I disagree. I can't just be in the same car as her and only hear my thoughts.
"Well, I didn't want to talk so..." I trail off and start tapping my fingers, needing something to do. The air seems to thicken, like I suddenly can't breathe, so I quickly say something. "So, have you, uh, spoken to them since-" I ask. The question has been on my mind since I told Alison we were going to see them. Surely she hasn't, right?
"Yeah actually" She answers before I can even finish. Well, I didn't expect that... I sit up straighter and pop my neck. I can't seem to sit still. I feel like she's analyzing my reaction. "They came to visit me shortly after, you know. Alfred thought I could use the company," She continues. Of course Alfred would try something like that, and I'm sure she was was a pain in return.
I swallow before asking my next burning question. "What'd you tell them?"
"Just the truth," She emphasizes that one word that's meaningless now.
I can't help but scoff, "I'm sure. Because we all know that's the bullshit that comes out of your mouth." The words fly out before I can stop them. Before I can say anything else Alison's hand comes swinging towards my face. I catch it easily, eyes still on the road, other hand steady on the wheel. Is she crazy? Dick, I think you already know the answer to that. "Do you want me to wreck?"
"Fuck you," She yells at me and starts breathing heavily, "I should make you wreck, maybe kill us in the process, do us both a favor." Maybe she should. I can feel her skin heating up, since I still have a grip on her, as she starts hyperventilating.
I sigh, "Hey, you're gonna cause yourself to pass out." If I knew this was going to happen- no I needed to let that out.
"Maybe you should've thought of that," She spits out and harshly takes her arm back, stabbing me with her fingernails in the process.
"Fuck," I bite the inside of my cheek so it comes out quiet and feel blood start to trickle down my arm. More like claws. "You drew blood." I look over to find her hands shaking.
"I should do more than that. Can't fucking wait to go back to Gotham," She says, meeting my gaze before turning away. I clear my throat and decide maybe the radio is the best thing after all.
Thank fuck a few minutes later the motel sign comes into view, all of the Rachel business comes rushing back into my mind. I pull in, turn off the motor, and go to reach for my things when suddenly a hand is on my neck and my face is being shoved into the steering wheel. Instant pain rushes through my nose to my head.
Alison then jerks me over to her, her hot breath tickling my ear, "Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again for the rest of this shitty trip or so help me God you'll wish you would've asked Alfred to prepare a funeral too," She says smoothly, shoving me back to my side, and then I'm hit with pizza boxes. My head is now throbbing and when I start to taste metal I know my nose is bleeding... this trip just keeps getting better and better.
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"You say you're not, but you're still a liar"
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