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chapter 15

15. tension

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an hour later

PAIGE STOOD IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR, examining the small cuts on her face left by the broken glass pane. They would heal perfectly fine, eventually, unlike the gash that had slowly been healing. It had been three, almost four days since she had gotten cut open by the son who she had recently learned was now dead along with the rest of the family that attacked her.

Taking off her shirt, she removed the bandages around her torso without replacing them. Looking in the mirror, her eyes ran over the poor stitch job she did and the bruises that littered her skin. Some were new while others were a couple of days old and healing.

Every step she took felt like she was in more and more pain. But she signed up for that life, so she had no one to blame but herself.

When she walked back out into her room, she jumped at the sight of Dick standing there. "You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack. Stop doing that!" Paige yelled as she placed her hand over her heart, feeling the fluctuated beating.

"Sorry, bad habit." As she slipped her shirt back on, Dick caught a glimpse of the trail of stitches and bruises on her body.

"It looks worse then it feels," she said, noticing his gaze. When she first showed him after the attack happened, he had only seen the bandages and not the actual cut itself. "That's the price that comes with this life so... At least I'm alive."

"Yeah... At least you're alive," he mumbled under his breath, watching her as she walked back into the bathroom.

Lifting up the mirror, she eyed the shelves for pain killers until her eyes landed on them. She tried to reach for them but they were too high and too far back. "Who the fuck puts pain killers on the highest shelf," she muttered to herself as she tried again, eventually giving up. Looking over at the door and back to the medication she so desperately needed, she debated to herself before letting out a sigh as her hands went up in defeat. "Hey, Dick..."

His head turned towards her as she stuck her head out through the doorway. She noticed his eyebrow raise in question before she continued. "Mind helping me reach something?" Chuckling, he nodded before walking into the bathroom.

"What is it?" He asked as her hand simply pointed at the bottle that had stayed at the top almost mockingly. Grabbing the pill bottle with ease, he handed it to her. Watching as she shook two pills out onto her hand before swallowing them with water.

Dick leaned against the doorway looking at her as she walked around organizing herself. All he could think about was the conversation he had with Kory earlier that day.

"....Ease up on the 'don't be Robin' shit, he's not gonna listen," she said, patting him on the shoulder. His gaze moved up from the floor, following her as she walked past him and through the door.

He could feel Kory's eyes on him as soon as he looked up when Paige had left. Turning to face her, he raised his eyebrow as he waited for her to say something she clearly wanted to. "She's smart. And right."

Dick nodded in agreement, "Yeah, always has been."

"Smart?" The woman asked, wanting to clarify which of the two qualities.