Bloodlines (Nightwing x Reader)

Chapter 6: Misunderstanding

"One more outfit."

I nodded and quickly changed into the last outfit. It was by far, my favorite. This was the first of my hundreds of offers for magazines, fashion shows, posters etc. When it came to modeling, I decided that my main campaign purpose would be body positivity, because even if people don't think it, they're perfect.

"Good, good, last picture." The photographer assured looking up from their camera for maybe 3 seconds before bending over it again.

I switched positions once again, my legs becoming sore for standing for so long. Once the flash went off signifying that the last picture was taken, I stood up straight and stretched out my back. Within seconds of the last picture I was surrounded by people.

"Water, miss?"

"You did great today."

"You'll be on the front page."

I blinked a few times, I was overwhelmed, and none of my friends were here to 'whelm' me today.

"Water would be great. Thank you. And I can't wait." I answered quickly, pushing my way through the wall of people so I could get to my bag- which held my comfortable clothes.

The assistant came along with a bottle of water and I thanked her. I grabbed my phone and gasped. 9 missed calls from 'Goddess of the Hunt' that was Artemis, you know she was named after the goddess from Greek mythology, the one who was really handy with a bow. I quickly called her, slipping on my necklace, forgetting about the fact that I was still in my modeling clothes. They let me keep anything I wanted anyways, nice people.

"Where were you!" Artemis screeched over the phone, I pulled it away from before ear before sighing, walking towards the nearest zeta tube.

"I had a modeling job today, remember?"

"That's no excuse! M'gann is out with Conner, I need you here! Right now!"

"Alright, what's wrong?"

"I-I-I'll tell you when you get here." She said before hanging up. I looked up at my phone strangely, as if it were Artemis.

A woman stopped me on the sidewalk. She had vibrant blue hair, so blue that I couldn't look directly at it. She was wearing makeup that seemed a bit excessive for a daytime look, and (presumably) fake cat eye diamond glasses. Behind all that I could see she was a good person.

"Excuse me, are you (Y/n) (L/n)?"

I gave her a look, despite me thinking she was a good person, Blüdhaven wasn't the nicest of places, I put my hand behind my back, fire sparking in it.

"Depends who's asking."

"I'm Mina Grafey (You can change it if that's your name), I own a recording studio," she shook my hand aggressively, "I've heard good things about you. Genius, model, future professor, rising singer. You're the (Y/n) (L/n). Would you mind coming down this weekend, say Saturday at noon?"

"Yeah," I replied quickly, making sure to avoid eye contact with her hair. Artemis could be in major trouble, I didn't have time to chit chat. She gave me her card and left.

I continued walking along the sidewalk, purpose showing in every step, my heels clicking on the concrete. I got to the zeta tube, quickly typing in the coordinates for Central City.

After the familiar tingly feeling had washed over me I hailed a taxi, giving them Artemis and Wally's address. You could actually trust the cab drivers here, you had to be a bit more careful in Gotham and Blüdhaven. When we arrived I gave the driver a wad of cash.