(DC Multiverse Adventures)
"-even with his parties and his playboy act-"
Zoya starts chuckling out of nowhere then proceeds to laugh quietly.
Dick looks at her. "What?"
She shakes her head. "Nothing."
"No, what?" He presses.
She pressed her lips tog...
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The motel room was stiflingly silent. Dick paced from one wall to the other, his shadow stretching and shrinking with each pass under the dim light. The old air conditioner rattled in the corner, doing little to ease the heat-or his nerves.
They were finally settling in for the night. The day had been rough, with lingering tensions over his sudden role as mentor and protector to the people that he suddenly felt responsible for, still fresh in his mind.
And then there was Zoya.
Back then, before it was disbanded, she had nothing to do with the Titans, not directly. She had been away when the team was falling apart, continuing on her own path and taking on her own battles as Reaper. But somehow, Dick felt her absence just as much as the others'. She had been the one person who always seemed to believe in the Titans, even from a distance. And by leaving them, he felt like he'd betrayed that belief-betrayed her.
The guilt festered, a weight he couldn't ignore. He stopped pacing and stared at the door leading to her room. I have to tell her. She deserves that much.
His feet moved before his mind could overthink it. The hallway stretched endlessly in the low light, each step echoing his uncertainty. When he reached her door, he hesitated. He could walk away-leave it for another time, another day. But the knot in his chest tightened.
He knocked twice.
Footsteps shuffled inside, and before he could compose himself, the door opened and his eyes widened.
Zoya stood there, fresh from the shower, wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her damp hair clung to her neck and shoulders, and her skin glistened with lingering droplets of water. She blinked at him, clearly surprised, her brow furrowing. "Hey. What's wrong?"
For a moment, he couldn't speak. His carefully rehearsed words vanished, replaced by a wave of awkwardness. "Uh... sorry. I didn't realize- I can come back."
Zoya tilted her head, a bemused smile tugging at her lips. "It's fine, I was about to change anyway." She opens the door wider and gestures to him. "Come in."
And he did. When Zoya closed the door, she went back to the bathroom and closed the door, but not fully, leaving it ajar, enough for her to talk to him properly. Meanwhile, Dick sat on her bed.
He accidentally glanced at a mirror in the bathroom and then looked away immediately. After a short moment, Zoya finally came out, drying her hair with a towel.
"So, what's up?"
He cleared his throat, willing himself to focus. "I wanted to talk."
Her smile faded, replaced by something softer, more serious. "About?"
