For the Love of Nightwing

Girl's Night Out

As I took the money from his hand he flinched, grabbing my wrist and bringing it up to his eyes to examine it- it was a little purple and starting to swell. I hissed in pain, about to strike him with my other hand but he held it down.
"What The F*ck, Nightwing!" I cried out, trying to retract my hand but he just held tighter onto my wrist.

"Calm down!" He snapped. I tried to pull my hand back again.
"Just let me go!" I screamed, my vision beginning to blur with tears.
"Dol--"
"I'm sorry! I can't tell you their names! Just let me go! I promise I'll be good! Please!" I fell to my knees, my hand finally slipping through his loosened grasp as I began weeping heavily onto the floor.

He immediately dropped down next to me, pulling me into his arms. I tucked my nose into the crook of his neck and sobbed harder.

So there we were... In the middle of the debriefing room... I was crying into his shoulder... He was hugging me around my waist with so much force I felt like I was about to snap. I was about to stand up when he forced me back onto the ground and got up instead.
"Stay here, okay? I'll be right back. I want to talk about this." I shook my head, about to stand up again, until he took his mask off to reveal his beautiful baby blues, causing me to sit back down without complaint.

He came back moments later with a bag of ice and some surgical tape. He took my hand, as he sat back down, and gently pressed the ice to it.
"So... Tell me what happened." He said softly, trying to look me in the eye, but I avoided him.
"Nothing. I'm fine. You just hurt my hand." I lied quickly. He shook his head and pressed the ice harder onto my hand. Flinching, I put my free hand on top of his, glaring at him.

"Whose names?" He persisted. I looked back down at my lap.
"Batman and Robin's." I admitted with a heavy sigh. He removed the ice and unwrapped a long strand of surgical tape.
"Is that why you were tortured? 'Cause you wouldn't tell them our secret identity?"
"I don't like to talk about it, Dick." I whined while he wrapped my hand lightly.
"Please, Dolly, you can tell me anything, I'll always be here for you. You need to talk about this, you can't bottle it up forever- first it was repression so it was different, but now you do remember and you need to talk it out." He said as he was about to finish wrapping.

"I-I know, but--"
"I get it... I'm nothing to you anymore." My heart sank, "I'm just some guy who orders you around and tries to get between you and Jaime, aren't I?" A single tear rolled down his cheek. I sat there, completely speechless, gaping like a fish out of water.

"That's what I thought." He stated when he finished wrapping. He got up and left the debriefing room- probably to do some paperwork. After another minute I got up and went to the teleporter.
"Mad Hatter B-0-2." The name it called me by made me feel dirty... Unworthy.

When I arrived in Gotham I was greeted by the four girls.
"Girl, what took so long?!" Karen exclaimed worriedly. I showed her my wrapped up hand and shrugged. The girls nodded knowingly and we bagan to walk out of the alleyway.
"We can go back to my place," I offered, "You guys can borrow some of my clothes, I'm sure we're the same size." Cassie, Barbara, and Karen agreed but Megan just shifted into a pink dress that had a low v-neck and stopped mid-thigh.

I led them to Wayne Manor and Alfred greeted us at the door.
"Hello, Mistress Dolly. Did you enjoy the costume party?" He asked with a wink.
"Hello, Alfred, yes I did, I made some new friends there-they dressed up like superheros, too." I greeted back, giving him my own wink, Karen began to squeal behind me.
"Girl! Why didn't you tell us you had a butler?!" She said excitedly as we walked into the Manor.
"He's not a butler- he's family." I stated, walking out of the foyer into the sitting room.

"I didn't know you were this loaded!" Cassie added with wide eyes as she looked around.
"I'm not. My dad is."
"Don't be so modest, Dolly. I know you created the program for Bruce Wayne's newest autonomous robot." Barbara chuckled playfully, giving me a nudge, "How much profit did it make, again?" I mumbled a number quietly.
"18.5 million, did you say!?" She cheered out. I sighed and nodded as we finally neared the stairs that would lead to my room.

"Woah!" Megan gawked, "I couldn't even imagine that much money... And you made that off of one product?!" I nodded shyly, hopping up the steps quickly.
"It's 'cause she's got a big brain." Barbara giggled, rubbing my hair. I laughed as I shoved her hand away and we reached my bedroom door.

I opened the door slowly.
"You can have anything that fits." I offered, letting them in and pointing out my closet, "I just need to make a quick phone call."