Do You Trust Me? •~|~•Nightwing Fanfict•~|~• (Read Desc)

11

"Miss Nova, do take it easy on yourself," Alfred spoke up, watching as Dick caught me after I stumbled.

"I'm okay," I countered, catching my balance despite the ache in my side, "I just gotta work through it."

"That won't work if you pop the stitches," Dick retorted with a casual roll of his eyes, "I won't always be here to save you."

"I didn't say you would be," I argued, sticking out my tongue playfully.

"Oh yeah, Alfred," Dick piped up, "Would it be alright if I took Nova up to freshen up a bit?"

"Do I smell that I bad?" I butted in, partially offended at the phrasing.

"I'll ask him myself seeing as he just got in," Alfred interrupted, leaving Dick and I.

Leslie left a half-hour after packing up and promising to be back later with fresh supplies to check up on my healing process. I missed her but I remembered her words and wasn't too worried.

"Would you be offended if I said 'yes' to answer your question?" Dick wondered, pulling me from my head.

"I would but I can't say I wouldn't disagree," I admitted, with a small laugh.

I let us fall into a silence and that allowed me to think for a few moments. That's when I noticed the familiar pressure against my ankle was no longer there. I felt it before but disregarded it and now that I'm thinking on it, I felt a desperate ache on top of a certain frustration. One I needed to make known.

"Another thing I noticed," I spoke up, my tone demanding answers, "where's my blade?"

"Funny story... " Dick trailed off with a weary sigh, as if he knew he would have to explain but didn't know how, "you know how you were out for almost a week? During that week you lapsed into violent episodes."

"That doesn't help me," I huffed, though I did still listen.

"Well, those episodes made you go for our necks when we got remotely close to treating you. Literally," Dick explained, "we had to disarm you so you wouldn't actually kill anyone. We did figure out how to treat the infection, though."

"So I can get it back?" I questioned, "you know how important that is to me."

"You'll get it back, don't worry," Dick assured, "I have it in a safe place."

I noticed when he perked his head in the direction of the lift. I was confused at first but then a dark figure seemed to appear gradually as he walked forward. My heart leapt into my throat and it didn't take a genius to see the fight or flight gleaming in my eyes.

"Relax," Batman spoke, not doing anything to ease my conscience, "I got Dick's request and I came to acknowledge it myself."

"So that's a yes?" Dick piped up, hopeful expectation in his gaze.

"Only if she's blindfolded," he answered simply.

"How will I know where I'm going if I can't see?" I questioned.

My question didn't get answered; I simply got a glare equivalent to Joker's 'just shut up and do what's asked'. I huffed but said nothing to contradict what he said. I knew he knew who I was on the outside but I refused to let show who raised me. It was better like that.

"Fine.. I'll show her where she needs to go and then I can leave her to shower right?" Dick asked, giving Batman a challenging look.
"Fine, but make it quick. I want you two back down here in 30. We need to talk," he replied before turning and going who knows where.

This cave was huge so I wouldn't be surprised if there was more to it than what I could see from where I was. I will admit it was a little frustrating. I watched Dick approach me with a sigh and reach a hand out to me.

"Gotta listen to him sometimes," he told me with a newfound nervousness about him, "as long as I don't have to help you shower, I'm good."

"What if I needed help?" I pouted, the joke hidden in my tone, "I'll need someone to come to my rescue."

"If it does come to that, I'll be the blindfolded one," he admitted, relaxing a bit as he rolled his eyes.

"You can't be that scared," I prodded, taking an uneven step towards him before he wrapped an arm around my back to help me, "I may have tried to kill you a couple days ago but I promise I don't want to kill you now. You're too fun."

"Is that a challenge?" He wondered, looking at me through his peripheral.

"Maybe," I sing-song before sighing, "and what if it was? Still wouldn't be able to stand the sight of me?"

"You're on. I'll shower with you if you need that much help," Dick teased.

"Keep it in your pants, bird boy," I said, nudging him in the ribs with my elbows.

We shared a lighthearted chuckle and he looked around. Probably for something to use as a makeshift blindfold. I pointed out some spare bandaging Leslie left behind.

"That might work," I noted, reaching out for it despite Dick holding me back.

"I got it, you stay here," he ordered, leaving my side to go grab the spare bandaging himself, "Just tell me if I tie it too tight."

"I think you'll be fine, Dick," I sighed, shifting my weight from one leg to the other.

He tied the makeshift blindfold around my face and I adjusted it as needed so I could breathe. Dick replaced himself by my side, wrapping one arm back around my torso. I trusted him to guide me to the lift and I was grateful to feel the steady push of gravity when it started moving silently upward.