Night life (A Nightwing and original character Fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven

(A week later)

Everyone was out of the house again today except Alfred and I. Bruce was at work and as distant as usual, and Jason and Dick were at school. My wound was pretty much healed but I was going to milk it as long as possible.

"Emma?"

"Yes Alfred?"

"I need to head into town to pick up somethings. Do you need anything before I go?"

"I'm good but thanks." I smiled and held my side lightly.

"Alright I'll be back in an hour or so."

"Ok be careful Alfred."

He smiled and exited my room. I listened carefully as his footsteps faded downstairs then quickly sprang up out of bed and put on some clothes.

I had stumbled upon a workout room a few days ago and was itching to try out some equipment. I pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a black sports bra and put my hair up.

I glanced in the mirror and grimaced when I seen the ugly scar and stitches in my side.

This is never going to fade...

I poked my head out of my bedroom door and strained to hear any noise. When I conformed Alfred was gone I headed to the room.

The room was large and fairly open with a few gymnastic bars, and punching bags, as well as other equipment.

I did a few easy stretches and put in my headphones. I headed over to one of the punching bags and started to let out all my anger on the poor thing.

After like half an hour, I decided to try some gymnastics. I chalked up my hands and grabbed onto the lowest bar. I started to swing myself back and forth and then I finally let go and grabbed hold of the next.

I groaned in pain and dropped down onto the mats. I had pulled a few of my stitches. "Great..."

"What happened?"

The voice startled me and I jumped. I turned around to see Dick standing there examining me.

"Ah... Just pulled a stitch out."

He walked over to my side and picked me up bridle style.

"What are you doing?" I asked looking up at him utterly confused.

"Taking you back to your room, where you should be."

"Your going to tell Bruce aren't you." I sighed resting my head against his shoulder.

"Why would I do that?"

"Your not!?"

"I won't tell him, if you don't tell him I got suspended." he said with a small smile.

"What did you do!?"

He didn't reply and opened the door to my room. He brought me to the attached bathroom and set me down on the edge of the sink.

"I got sick of Asher." he muttered grabbing a cloth out from under the sink and soaking it in cold water.

"So you tried to kill the principle's nephew?" I asked in shock. "How stupid can you be!?"

"I'm not the one who got shot." he said pressing the cloth against my wound, making me jump.

I glared at him but he just smiled a little. He muttered something under his breath that I didn't catch, and pressed his lips against mine.

I was in shock at first and tried to push him away but he grabbed my hands and held them down. He suddenly jumped back away from me and all the colour drained from his guilty looking face.