أهلا بك

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- E m m a -

I tucked my loose strands of blonde hair behind my ears, before putting on my coat, wrapping a scarf around your neck. All in various shades of black and grey. It was a shame that your ability only created things in tones, but you liked it that way. You liked it when things were in print black text.

Give him a chance, Emma. Dick cares about you. And, well, Jason and Barbara aren't really dead. Bruce's voice echoed in my mind.

Then why didn't you tell me? Why didn't he tell me? I may not have been as close as them, but they were still my friends. Even Dami. I remembered how I snapped at him. It wasn't really his fault. Bruce didn't know me, all he knew was that I was I was in the same uni as Dick. He didn't know how I held Dick as he cried about Babs. He didn't know how I helped him through his darkest moments, when he had an argument with Bruce and moved to Blüdhaven.

My fingers lingered as I tucked another stray hair behind my ears. Dick used to brush my hair back all the time. I checked my watch, and looked at the date. Great. Of all the days it could have been, it was Valentines Day. That meant I had to work overtime making valentines coffees at our university Starbucks. Not everyone lived in a mansion with a billionaire.

Hurrying to the shop, I felt someone push into me. I turned, and it was Jennifer. She was my co-worker, and worked alongside me as a barista. She used to crash at my place once in a while, when she argued with her parents, and was a good friend. "Hey Em, it's Valentines day!" Her high pitched voice squealed.

"Thanks, I couldn't tell." I muttered sarcastically, gesturing wildly at the pink and red balloons around us.

"Oh, come on, Em! Be more cheery! Maybe that dreamy blue eyed boy of yours will finally ask you out!" She continued to pester.

"I'm not talking to Dick." You grumbled. "Let's just get these orders done, and then get back to campus." Your hands worked like a robot, twisting the knobs and pressing buttons to create a perfect strawberry and yogurt frappuccino.

A tall boy walked in, and I averted my eyes as I noticed it was Dick. "What would you like?" I asked, my voice monotone as I said the same few words I had repeated over the last half an hour.

"You." He said simply, and I rolled my eyes.

I looked him straight in the eye and glared. "Dick, this is not a cheesy romance story. You kept secrets from me, and now you want me to go out with you? Sorry, Grayson, but being a playboy is on your resume, and this girl doesn't accept offers like that."

"You kept secrets too." He replied. "Don't act like you didn't."

I glared at him once more, before establishing a mental link with him, connecting your minds with a silvery wire. Do you know why I became Eclipse, Dick? Because I thought Babs died doing a good cause. And I wanted to do good. But do you know why I didn't tell you? Because you were too much of a spoiled rich kid with a tragic backstory to even try and do good. So what now, you turn out to be Nightwing, and I thought, oh, so he hasn't changed. He still flirts with the random vigilante that comes up and steals his job. So, don't. Don't even try, Grayson. You know why.

Dick's gaze fell, and he simply turned around and walked out. Jen walked up from beside me, and whispered. "So you guys had an argument?"

This time, I glared at her. "You think?"

- D i c k -

I walked up to the campus, and I froze as I heard light footsteps pound up the stairs behind me. "So, are you going to ask her out?" I turned, and it was Cassie. Her blonde hair seemed duller now, since Tim was lost. They had been dating when it happened, and she had been left heartbroken. Sure, she dated Conner soon after, but that didn't mean her heart didn't break. Sure, Tim was still alive, but his mind was gone.

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