The Girl of the Wild {DC Comics/Part 1 The Wildflower Series}

Ch. 40 Our Eyes Aren't What Make Us See

Author's Note: Guys, I just want to start out with an apology for not updating in so long! Since the beginning this school year has been crazy busy. I've started the dreaded Junior Year of high-school and I'm taking three AP classes... which is the first AP I've ever taken... Yeah, probably not the best life choice.... Anyway! That's why updates will probably be coming few and far between. I'm really sorry about that, but don't think that I don't have an interest in this story. I still have a lot planned and have not given up! Okay, so if you guys need a refresh about the life of Delmira, here's what's happened recently:

1.     Delmira got severely injured on her way back to modern times
2.     She lost her wings and the ability to talk to the aerial species
3.     She found out that her uncle is Oliver Queen
4.     Nightwing has come to comfort her.

Okay, done with the really long author's note, and now on to the story!

Oh... Also...
Just so you guys know, I've decided to change it where Delmira's first language is Swahili, not Shona! I haven't changed it in the previous chapters yet, but I just thought you guys should know now so there is no confusion.

Sorry if there's any incorrect Swahili in this chapter. Everything is off of google translate because I don't know any Swahili. Man I wish I did! That would be awesome.

Okay, now on with the story.

The Light by Sara Bareilles

            "Come in," I called, not looking up from the large novel that was placed in my lap. There was a swoosh of the door opening and closing, the only indicator that someone had entered my room. The visitor's footsteps never created a sound as their weight pressed against the boards of the floor. Just by this, I knew who the visitor was, and I was determined to finish my work as soon as possible. I had been working furiously on it all day, yet it seemed that I hadn't made a dent. The wording was strange, concept boring, and I had to read every line at least twice to remotely understand what it was saying.

            The bed dipped slightly, indicating that the visitor had decided to perch himself on the end of my mattress. There was no comment from him, no rhetorical question of how I was doing, nor a witty retort of how "in the zone" I was on my reading. My head remained tilted toward the book, but my betraying eyes wondered up, glancing over to the man settled next to me. He was watching me intently, his knee tucked in front of him, while the other leg hung off the mattress. My admiring eyes traveled from the dark washout jeans to the pale blue t shirt, which clung tightly to his muscled chest and wide shoulders. The corners of the shirt were frayed and worn. He was dressed casual yet still managed to look good.

His mouth curved up into a smile as my eyes rose to meet his. For the first time, he was without his mask. But I grumbled to myself, as I still could not see the color of his eyes behind the pitch black Ray Ban glasses he was wearing. Suddenly, it dawned on me that he had caught me "checking him out like a library book" and I rose my heavy book over my face as I turned scarlet.

"Sir Justin has me doing make up work," I shouted, and then my eyes widened and I mentally slapped myself for allowing my voice to betray how flustered I suddenly was. I peered out from over the book again before lowering it back down to my lap. "I wasn't going to go in, not yet anyway," I rambled. "So he brought my assignments to me. He wants to make sure that I keep up with my English. Some words are still..." I glanced up at the ceiling, trying to find the right word to explain my predicament.

"Difficult," Nightwing offered with a smile. I nodded and began to read my book again, playing with the corner of the old, yellowed paper. The dark haired hero shifted in his seat.