Gotham's New Bird | T. Drake

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Two days later, the smell of spices woke Robyn from her dreamless sleep.

No, she hadn't slept for two whole days. Between naps, she would pace the floors of her apartment. She'd tried to do pushups. Extreme pain. Couldn't do any core exercises. Not as much pain, but it still hurt.

Although the spices smelled amazing, it didn't do much to mask the familiar ache in her lower abdomen. Perfect. She groaned and sat up, deciding that she didn't want to wash so much blood out of her panties. Robyn climbed out of bed and trudged to her bathroom, grabbing fresh clothes as she went. She decided that a shower would be best before she did anything else.

Climbing out, Robyn made quick work with taking care of her situation. She towel-dried her hair, being too lazy to actually dry it, and got dressed in old sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. She didn't even bother putting on a shirt under it.

She decided to try to eat breakfast, and when she got a plastic bowl, it slipped from her hand and landed on the floor. When she picked up the bowl, her face was wet. Realizing she was crying, she gave up holding it back, which usually made it worse, and let sobs wrack her body. Why was she crying? She didn't know. Fucking hormones.

When she finally gathered herself up she grabbed her cereal and milk, along with a painkiller. Though her appetite was mostly lost, she ate, filling the empty pit in her belly.

And when she was adjusting herself in the couch, so it didn't feel like she was going to die, there was a knock on her door.

"Who is it?" She snapped grumpily.

"Cooper," The familiar voice replied, "Can I come in?"

"Whatever, sure," she said. The door creaked open softly and Cooper stepped in, closing the door behind him. She heard him walk over to her. With him was a pie. And it smelled amazing.

"You look terrible," Cooper stated. She knew. The bruises and cuts had receded greatly. She didn't look like she was in a cage fight anymore.

"Pretty sure I know," she grumbled and pulled a throw blanket over her.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it," she said. Cooper nodded respectfully.

"I made pumpkin pie for you," Cooper held out the pie.

"Set it on the counter," she told him. He set it down and then sat in the chair next to the couch.

"I'm having a Halloween party next weekend if you wanna come," Cooper invited. Robyn thought about it.

"I'll be out, but probably back later, like around midnight. How many people will be there?"

"Not too many. Fifteen. Maybe twenty. It ends when everyone leaves or until the neighbors start to complain."

"Okay. I might be there. What are you going as?"

"I was thinking John Watson." She could hear the enthusiasm in his voice.

"What... do you have a crush on that guy? Or do you have a Sherlock?" Cooper's cheeks flushed bright red.

There was a slight pause, "Maybe both." His voice trembled slightly. Robyn smirked.

"Now I have to go." She teased.

"So what are you gonna be for Halloween?" Cooper asked nonchalantly changing the subject.

"I don't know." Maybe her alter ego, Robyn Hood. What about Red Robin? Or just plain Robin? Then it came to her, "Harley Quinn."

"Why her? I mean, the Joker keeps her from being sane."

"I adore her. Without the Joker, though, she's actually good. She's like some type of insane anti-hero." Robyn left out the part that she knew Harley. Not to mention Ivy and Catwoman, too.

Cooper looked at his wristwatch and stood up, "I guess I'll catch you later."

She turned her head back to the news on the TV. It wasn't until she heard the door open when she said, "You got a hot date with Sherlock, Watson?" She heard a chuckle and the door click closed.

"Damn right you do." She murmured after a moment of silence.

The rest of her day consisted of heat packs, dozing, and munching on pumpkin pie.

It wasn't until she was getting ready for bed that there was a tap on her window. Instinctively, she grabbed one of her daggers hiding in a drawer and hid it behind her before cracking open the curtain. Red smiled at her, and she breathed a sigh of relief, smiling back. She unlocked her window and shoved it up.

"Why are you here?" Robyn questioned and slipped the knife back in her drawer as Red climbed through the window, then shut it.

"I was passing by and thought that I should check on you. You doing better?" Robyn shrugged.

"I guess I'm okay? I'm still sore as hell," she replied.

"You look better. Have you been keeping the stitches clean?" Red asked.

"Yes, mom, I've been cleaning my wounds," she teased.

Red chuckled, "That's a new smart remark. I'm gonna need to write that down."

"You want some pumpkin pie?" Robyn asked, changing the subject.

He hesitated for a moment, then gave in, "I guess Batman wouldn't be too upset if I stayed a little bit."

"I owe you, anyway," Robyn lead him into the kitchen and uncovered the half-eaten pie. She grabbed two plates and two forks, cutting the pie and placing a piece on each plate. She handed one off to Red and nibbled on hers. She watched as Red leaned on her counter and ate.

"This is amazing. Did you make this?" He asked with a smirk.

"No, no. My neighbor made it. I didn't know he liked to bake until today."

"Well, tell him that it's a masterpiece." He mumbled through a mouthful of pie.

"I will," Robyn murmured back, trying to hide how fast she was eating. Eventually, when they finished, Robyn took the dirty dishes and put them in the sink.

"Thanks," Red said, "If I get more food like this, I might just visit every day."

Robyn chuckled, "Then you'd be stealing my food! And then I'd go broke trying to afford food for both of us!" She joked. Red laughed along with her.

"Well, I should probably head out. Batman'll be looking for me," Robyn followed Red to her window and he shoved it up.

"Take care," Robyn warned and leaned out the window. Red nodded.

"Thanks again," he replied before brushing his fingers across her cheek. Robyn watched as he hurried off using his grappling gun. She sighed and closed both the window and curtains before turning off the lights. Robyn collapsed on the bed and fell asleep, letting her exhausted body rest.

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*cries*

I'm so sorry guys. It's school.

Plus babysitting.

Plus homework.

And just UGGGHHHHHHHHHH

*more sobbing*

But guys I promise I will not give up on this story. I love it soooo much and it might be cliché but whatever let it be. Uhhhhm... I was Dean Winchester for Halloween and someone was Cas and the yearbook did a Destiel picture and SQUEALS.

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