Electric Flame

2.8

He stared directly into my soul, not allowing himself to blink. Though I refused to make eye contact, I knew what he must be thinking.

Murderer.

They're all the same. If heroes hated anyone, it was those who killed. And sadly, I fell under that category. No matter how hard I tried-- how hard I tried to forget everything--, the regret always haunted me as it still did tonight.

"I understand."

I whipped my head in his direction, not once wincing at the newly formed pain in my neck from the sudden movement. I didn't bother to rotate my body, still in shock from those two simple words.

"What did you just say?" I asked, trying to gain confirmation that my mind was not hallucinating.

"I said, 'I understand'," he repeated. "I understand the pain you went through. I understand why you did it. I may be a hero, but that doesn't mean I haven't had unforgivable thoughts. I mean, come on, (y/n), Joker supposedly killed my brother and a mobster murdered both of my parents in front of me simply because they refused to pay him a dime. That's extremely traumatic for any nine-year-old. Why do you think I became Robin all those years ago? Revenge. And believe me when I say, I don't blame you and I never will."

Dick continued to gaze into my eyes, my full body now at his attention. A small smile began to tug at the corner of my lips and my cheeks pressed against the bottoms of my eyelids. He slowly reached for a couple strands of hair that lay awry adjacent to my face and pushed them back behind my ear, far out of the way.

My heart jumped at his touch, something it hadn't done in years. This boy could have me on my knees and at his disposal.

If only he knew.

The organ embedded deep in my chest thumped and thumped and thumped against my sternum. My breathing began to become unstable and labored, and I wouldn't be surprised if he heard me or I just died right there.

"Calm down," he laughed lightly, his soft chuckles smooth like honey. It wasn't until now that I realized my body was shaking under the heat from his long, thin fingers.

With the snap of a finger, a deep red hue had taken control of my cheeks, expressing my rising embarrassment from his previous analysis.

"Sorry," I mumbled, earning a deep chuckle from the young man that lay before me, just now realizing that he slept shirtless. And god, was he handsome, especially with his six-pack and v-line admirably on display. Puberty had struck him damn well. 

The action of his eyes trailing down to my lips did not go unnoticed. In fact, it only increased the rising anxiety building in my lungs. I craved this for so long. Three longing years, I missed him-- I know that now--, and he missed me. That, he made perfectly clear.

Dick began to lean closer and closer and closer, those beautiful crystal blue eyes that told me everything was okay were slowly covered by the fair skin of his eyelids. His thick, black eyelashes cast shadows that danced across his flawless cheekbones. He was perfect; everything about him was just perfect.

His minty breath could only be felt from centimeters away as the cool blow tickled my neck.

I must fight the urge to turn away, I thought. Don't do it.

Seconds passed and neither of us hesitated to collide. The feeling of his plush, soft lips as they moved impeccably against my own was heavily and unknowingly yearned for. Each and every kiss held so much meaning, and the taste of him became evident that he had just brushed his teeth.

At least he had good hygiene.

I felt his teeth brush against my bottom lip, and I shivered, slightly parting my lips for him. For once in my life, I was on cloud nine, leaving my worries at the door. And for once in my life, I held no fear. I was finally a careless teenager, my mind racing with dirty thoughts.