Trust Issues | Dick Grayson

three | late night talks

Valerie. ✖️

His home felt somewhat comfy, definitely something I wasn't used to. Every time I was in my own home, I lived in fear of that psychotic clown breaking in and killing me.

He was in that suit for a good few minutes, until I think he finally got uncomfortable in it. I mean it is his home, where he should be comfortable. So, I didn't think anything of it when he went to go get changed.

I was sitting in his living room, desperate to go to a bathroom, but I had no idea where it was and I didn't want to be rude. He was still changing in his bedroom, and I had no idea what was taking so long.

The need to go pee was so bad that I almost wanted to just look for the bathroom on my own. But it felt as if my prayers were answered when I saw him come out his bedroom.

He had on a plain white t shirt and red flannel pajama bottoms. I couldn't help but admit that he did look cute. I did already know who he was and what he looked like, courtesy of the Joker.

Even if I did know what he looked like already, this was my first time seeing him like this. Normal, and not in some weird superhero suit.

"Finally," I let out of a breath of relief and stood up, "Not to be rude, but can I use your restroom?" I asked, as I smoothed down my hair.

"Not rude at all," he laughed. "It's down that hallway and the first door to your left." Just as I was about to leave, I felt something thrown at my back.

I felt myself stop in my steps, as a flashback played through my head. Luckily, before it got to the worst part, his voice tore me from my thoughts.

"Valerie?" He softly asked. When I heard the concern in his voice, I couldn't help but feel bad for worrying him.

"Sorry." I turned around and saw what hit me, it was a pile of clothes which I'm guessing where his. "Um?"

Grabbing them, I tried to see what they were. There was a black shirt and gym shorts. I didn't know what he expected me to do with these.

"For you to sleep in, I've never slept in skinny jeans before but I can't imagine that it'll be comfortable."

Oh, right. I'm spending the night. "Thanks." I cheerfully told him, I was actually really thankful that he was letting me spend the night. "I'll be back."

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After I was done taking care of my business, I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror.

I actually didn't look that bad for someone who was about to be exploded. I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. Tonight was crazy, I'll admit that. But it wasn't the worst thing he's done to me.

Quickly taking off my own shirt, I replaced it with Dick's which was surprisingly comfy and fit me big.

Taking off my pants was another problem all on its own. Not because of how tight they were but because of the injuries on them.

I tried to take them off as carefully as I could and I winced when I accidentally hit one of the bruises on my hip.

"Fuck." I cursed under my breath as I finally slid them off, not messing with anything on my leg. Well the one thing. There was just a medium sized cut which was healing now.

The gym shorts he had given me only cover less than half of it but I didn't really mind. It was only noticeable if you were really looking.

I neatly folded my clothes and placed them on the counter, as I fixed my hair. I was annoyed at the fact that I didn't have a hair tie and I secretly hoped he had one around here.

I was starting to doubt it, until I found one in one of the drawers. Not questioning why he had it, I put my hair up in a high pony tail.

The last thing I did was try to take off my makeup with some water, since I didn't have any wipes. Luckily it took off at least 2/3 of it.

"How do you feel?" Dick asked me as soon as I left the bathroom with my clothes in hand. "I mean, are you okay?"

"It's not that big of a deal." I laughed as I looked around for somewhere to put my dirty clothes. "Where can I put these?"

"Here, let me take them." I handed them to him as I took a seat on the couch again. He put them on some chair and headed towards the kitchen. "Are you hungry or thirsty?"

"Thirsty, actually." I got up and followed him. "Do you have any coffee or anything with caffeine?"

He turned around and looked at me like I was crazy, "Coffee at 5 in the morning?"

"I try not to sleep much," I shrugged. There was a silence after that as he searched his cabinets, so I spoke up again to keep it from being awkward. "So, how's the new job as Nightwing?"

"So you know who I am?" He looked at me over his shoulder and I could see a small smirk planted on his lips.

"Vaguely." I'm guessing he finally found something to soothe my caffeine needs since he started making something. "Tea?"

"Mhm," he nodded. "I hate it. But it's the only thing with caffeine at the moment."

When he was done setting up the water and putting aside the tea packs, he finally turned to look at me.

"Is this the part where you tell me why you're on Joker's bad side?" I could see the interest in his eyes and almost considered telling him.

"I wouldn't necessarily say I'm on his bad side," I started looking through his cabinets as an attempt to have something to do and avoid the topic. "And we can always just pretend that I'm a new roommate.

"I like to know a little about my roommates before I let them live with me." I handed him two white mugs and finally got a good look at him up close.

He was actually really attractive, and I couldn't help but look at him for a bit too long.

"Is there a problem, Valerie?" I saw the smug look on his face and knew that he knew I was checking him out.

"No, but I do have an idea to offer." He raised an eyebrow and nodded, signaling me to go on. "How about we get to know each other while we drink tea together?"

"You're not tired?" He sleepily asked, but I was sure the tea would wake him up enough to cooperate.

"I rarely am."

I wasn't sure if it was due to him being sleepy or my imagination; but I swear I saw his eyes lingering on my lips. I was sure I wasn't just imagining when I could see him leaning in.

But his almost act of affection was interrupted by the loud screech of the kettle.