Out of My League

Chapter 3: Unwanted

You don't know me

Don't ignore me

If you had your way

You'd just shut me out

- Unwanted by Avril Lavigne

I kept my distance from Nightwing as I followed him towards the exit of the Batcave. Or what I assumed was the exit of the Batcave. Maybe he was just leading me off somewhere he could murder me without Bruce immediately finding out. Then again, if he tried to murder me, he probably wouldn't succeed. Though I was quite busy with my thoughts, I did notice when we reached the end of the corridor we were walking down. And I glared at the elevator that stood to greet us. 

So much for keeping my distance from Mr. Angry Bird. 

Mentally sighing, I waited with the patience of a saint beside Nighwing, who seemed to have decided to pretend I didn't exist. Which was all good with me. Another argument with him would end my fragile patience. Finally, the elevators arrived and slid quietly open. I followed Nightwing inside, neither of us still saying anything. 

I don't know why I dislike him so much. Maybe because he was so contradicting. Or that fact that I found him idiotic and too egoistical. Or maybe it was simply because he was so hostile towards me too. Whatever the reason was, it didn't really matter. After all, Damian was supposed to be my only concern. 

A slight movement of his hand immediately drew my attention away from my thoughts. I watched as he finally removed the domino mask that concealed his identity. And for the first time, I could see the Boy Wonder's real face. I couldn't deny the fact that he was attractive, though I'd come across other attractive boys on the countless missions I'd been sent on. Nightwing had an angular and chiseled face, even without his mask making the planes of his cheekbones stand out and emphasizing his strong jaw. Looking at his profile, I could see his eyelashes were quite long and it was as black as his hair, which fell like scattered ink against his fair skin. Finally sensing that I was watching him, he turned to look at me. I was admittedly surprised by the intensity and color I found in his cobalt blue eyes. I could almost imagine blue flames in them as he glared at me. 

"What?" he snapped. 

I really didn't want to reply, but it was too late. His attitude drove me crazy. "Removing your mask in front of someone you don't trust?" I joked, trying to seem calm on the surface. "Not a smart move, bird brain."

The nickname seemed to make him angrier. "It doesn't really matter since you already know who I am, does it?" he retorted. 

"Well, I did work hard in researching all I could about this mission," I replied smugly. "It wouldn't have been complete if I didn't find out your secret identity."

"Is being annoying one of the many skills they teach you when they train you to be an assassin?" he asked. 

"Oh yeah," I agreed, though my voice dripped with sarcasm. "It's one of our famous forms of torture."

Instead of replying, Nightwing simply glared at me. I glared right back at him, as the tension in the elevator rose to new heights. I could almost imagine it exploding if it caught spark. We were so busy staring at each other, that we didn't even notice our ascent had stopped and the elevator doors had opened. 

"Wow I can feel the tension all the way from here," a voice interrupted our glaring match. 

I glanced away from Nightwing to see we had arrived at a spacious private library furnished with red couches and coffee tables. The boy who spoke was seated at one of the desks, a laptop open in front of him. Nightwing got off the elevator first and immediately strode across the room and out of the library before I could blink twice. Huh. I guess he wanted to get away from me that badly.