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"Just pound the nail into the wall." Damian instructs, crossing his arms. I raise an eyebrow, before I do as he says, perhaps with a bit more force than necessary.
"I'll pound you against a wall." I mutter under my breath. He scoffs.
"You'll have to ask me nicer than that, Beloved." He grins. Curse his excellent hearing. No one's genetics should be that perfect.
"Stop scowling at me and maybe I might." I return with a smile. He frowns.
"Todd has ruined you." He states. Now I laugh, because from my place on the ladder he looks like a pouting child.
"Sorry for being crass, my love. But, seriously stop scowling at me like that. I'm not going to shatter the house if I miss the nail." I remind him. He huffs.
"I believe in doing things perfectly the first time." He says. I shake my head.
"And I believe that we're still human, and we make mistakes." I gesture to the broken window we're repairing.
"At least it wasn't plexiglass this time." He says indignantly. I try to hold back my snicker at that. If they don't break windows, they land like cartoon characters on them.
"At least this is something I can help with." I say. He pauses for a long moment.
"Beloved." I look at him, removing my hand from the wall. "Do you feel useless?" He asks bluntly.
"Um, sometimes?" I raise an eyebrow. "I just hate not being useful during a fight really." I explain. His face screws up into another scowl.
"You're very useful." He states. I laugh a little at that.
"You don't need to lie to me to spare my feelings." I say easily. He still looks quite cute from up here.
"It's not a lie." He assures. "You're an excellent field medic." I embrace the smile that spills onto my face with my rising blush.
"Well, like I said. I'm happy to help." I state gleefully. He nods, assured.
We slip into a comfortable silence, which I'm glad of. I hammer the nails into the window frame easily enough. I can't see what Damian is doing but he's being very quiet.
"Hey, can you pass me another-" I cut myself off, because I'm talking to an empty apartment. I am now alone, in a stranger's apartment, fixing something I didn't break.
I shake off the odd feeling that has settled over me. Or tried to settle, at least. I lose myself in the mindless work of hammering nails. It would be easier to keep my balance if I didn't have to hold the wood while I start a new section.
I sigh to myself in slight relief when I'm finally able to start the last piece. Sadly, it's the highest piece, and I am too short to reach comfortably.
I debate adding heels to my costume as I step onto the very top of the ladder. Whoever decided full length windows were a good idea in Gotham should try being 4'9. I can't even wear my utility belt because the pockets will make climbing the ladder extremely difficult.
"Beloved-"
My heart stopped before it lept to my throat. I guess hearts fall slower than the rest of you, or maybe it's the feeling of falling in slow motion.
As I hurtle towards the ground I can't hear the wind rushing past me. I can't register the hundreds of feet of glass I'm reflecting down. All I can do is feel the air, smooth and fierce against my skin. It bites at me like a hungry animal, dragging me down.
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FanfictionI had sooo many ideas while writing these two books that I had to scrap or I thought of way too late. So because I still want to write them and share more Cora content with you guys, I wrote this book. I still don't own DC or it's characters. The p...
