Where Do I Belong? A Nightwing fanfic

Chapter Eight: Who's Following You?

Chapter Eight:

Morgan's POV

I opened my eyes slowly and drank in my surroundings, I wasn't in my house, the one that was finally starting to feel like a home. This room was very plain, yet an expansively made up room. The sheets I was lying on were silk and the bed post was made of beautiful wood, I would bet it was hand-made. I slowly sat up and pulled myself into a sitting position, replaying last night's events in my head. It was all coming back to me and I felt like the room was spinning, my hand flew to my chest as if I were trying to stop my heart from pounding out of my chest. My eyes were flooding with tears and I couldn't stop them from falling, but then I heard a knock at the door. I jumped into a fight stance and was ready for anything. They slowly opened the door and the person who came through was the person I least expected.

"Dick what are you doing here?" I asked in total disbelief.

"That isn't the most important thing at the moment right now, are you okay Morgan?" he asked me, holding his arms out.

I basically collapsed in them and started to sob, "oh Dick I don't know what to do anymore."

"It's going to be okay Mo, I promise," he comforted me and sat us both on the bed, while I was still curled up in his side.

"How do you know that?" I managed between my cries.

"Trust me," he said, pulling my face up to look at him. I looked into his eyes and even though I was feeling great pain I saw a tiny light at the end of the tunnel.

He put his hands on my face, cradling it, and pulled my closer to his, "you don't deserve this, you're too great of a person for this to happen to." With that last word he closed the space between us and kissed me with all he had, I kissed him back with all my heart. I knew my feelings were there for him, only I didn't realize how strong they were until this moment. Even though this was the worst timing to have such a happy moment occur. I didn't think it was very fair of me to be happy anymore, how could I be? My parents are gone now. However I know they wouldn't want that for me, they would want me to be strong and move on.We broke apart and stared at one another for a moment before Dick spoke, "you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

"You should have a long time ago," I told him with a small smile.

Then there was a small knock on the door, "Master Grayson, Master Wayne would like to see you too in the dining room as soon as possible," said someone with a British accent.

I saw Dick take a large breath and he tenses slightly, "we'll be right there."

He turned towards me and held his hand out, "shall we?"

All I could do was grab his hand and walk on. I pushed my terrible thoughts of my parents to the back of my mind and tried my best to piece myself together. I know what I have to do though. I need to avenge their deaths and get my revenge on the person chasing me and I know just the person who is.