Leslie's POV
I wake up the next morning still in Batman's house. I look at the clock next to me and its 2pm. I burst out of bed as quick as I can and run out my door. Dick is walking down the hallway and is startled.
"DID YOU LET ME SLEEP IN TILL TWO?" I yell.
"Whoah! Good morning to you too! Also, what the hell are you on about? It's 9 am!" He exclaims. "Oh." He starts laughing, "The clock in there is very ahead."
I face palm, feeling like an idiot.
"I'm so sorry! Oh my gosh!" I frantically apologize as I turn red.
"Eh. Don't sweat it Quinn." He shrugs. He then takes a huge bite of an apple I didn't realize he was holding until now. I stare at it, and my stomach growls.
"Hungry?" He chuckles.
"Yeah." I laugh.
"Hey Alf, will you grab us some more food?" Dick asks.
"Sure." He says. He walks closer to us from the computer. "What would you kids like-" He stops, as something in his brain clicks.
"Master Dick. Please come with me." He says, teeth clenched.
Dick looks at me apologetically. "We'll be right back, promise." He smiles. But I tell it's fake.
They walk out a doorway. As soon as they are out of sight, I rush over to the door and sit next to it, listening.
After all, sneaking around, and gathering information is what I'm best at.
I push my ear to the wall, to try and get a better idea of what they're saying. Their voices are just above a whisper, but I can still barley make out the words.
I mean, after years of listening to even the quietest of conversations, you develop good ears.
"I can not believe you told her!" Alfred exclaimed. "You know he will be furious. You might as well kiss your costume goodbye! We still don't know if we can trust her!"
"We can." Dick hissed angrily.
Suddenly, I back away in fear. They are talking about me. Because Dick revealed his identity, and he wasn't allowed to. This is all my fault! I should've never come here! He may get Robin taken away from him because of me! I attempt to stifle a sob, but I can't. So I slide down the counters behind me and cry softly.
Dick's POV
I was angry. How could Alfred accuse her of still working with the Joker? After saving me and Bruce! No. she wouldn't. She's my friend!
"Alfred, drop it. Please. She isn't working for the Joker. She SAVED me!" We are still whisper fighting. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to take her back to bed. After all she did help me save the big guy last night. She must be tired." I finish.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." He mumbles as he walks away. I scoff. Warn me? From what? I'm going to prove she can be trusted. He'll see. I walk back into the main cave to find Leslie on the ground, crying.
As soon as she sees me, she jumps up and wipes her eyes. "I guess I was really tired." She fake laughs. I just stand there.
Does she not want comfort? Why was she crying? Then it hits me like a bus. She knew my talk was about me telling her.
She must blame her self! I fight back the urge to hug her, but I can't. I run to her and hold her in my arms.
"I'm so sorry. This isn't your fault, I promise." I reassure her.
"No. its my fault." she replies, clearly choking back tears.
"Come on. Some sleep will make you feel better." I smile down at her, and help her up with me. "We can get food after you've had some rest."
Leslie's POV
I nod in reply as he leads me back to my room.
"Oh I never asked, how's Batman holding up? Is he okay?" I ask.
"He'll pull through." He shrugs. "He always does."
I nod.
"Well, here is your stop." He says as he gestures towards my room. I nod again.
"Cya, Grayson." I say as I enter the dark room. I pull the covers over my head and drift to sleep.
*Time Skip*
Leslie's POV
I open my eyes to the still dark room. What time was it? I go to look at the clock but realize that the clock is wrong. I groan and face palm. I decide to get up and look out the window. It's still light out. It looks like its about mid afternoon. Then, I hear noise outside the door. I quickly go under my bed to find my boots, where my knife is hidden. I hide next to the door, and listen. Then the door knob starts turning, and suddenly Dick is on my bed and i have a knife to his throat.
"Holy crap Dick!" I exclaim. "I'm so sorry! You scared me!" He just laughs. I look at him confused.
"It's alright, Quinn. This is a new environment. It's okay for you to be on edge." Dick shrugs. "But uh, could you take the knife away from my throat?" He chuckles. I turn red and quickly and remove the knife from his throat.
"Just so you know, if there was an intruder, I'd never kill them. I just use the knife to scare them and..."
I start to trail off quickly, as I realize that I tackled my, "intruder" in a way that was very inappropriate. I jump off of him and run towards my boots to put the knife back.
I am red as a tomato.
He realizes why I got up and starts to laugh hysterically. He laughs so hard that he falls off the bed with a big crash. He doesn't care.
I have my arms crossed, a stern look on my face.
But then I can't help it. Soon, I'm in the same hysterical state he's in, laying next to him on the floor.
"I-was-on-top-of-you-" I say between laughs. My sides hurt, and there are tears rolling down my face. "You were-so red" Dick chokes out. We both eventually settle down. I sigh. "I've never laughed like that. Ever." I say as I look at Dick, a smile on my face.
"There is a first for everything." He smiles back.
He reaches his hand down to grab mine, and I let him. We stare into each others eyes. I quickly feel the blood rush to my face and let go of his hand.
"What time is it?" I ask, sitting up.
He chuckles. "Its 2 pm." I roll my eyes and giggle.
"Is Bats up yet? will he be mad at you?" I ask.
"No not yet." Dick looks down sadly. "I'm not sure if he'll be mad. I think that's what we should do. Prove your trustworthy." He shrugs.
I nod thoughtfully. "But how?" I ask.
"I know! Turn in your uniform and all your belongings for him to check, so he knows you're not with the Joker!" He exclaims.
I shrug. "Are you sure that'll earn his trust?" I ask doubtfully.
"No. It's gonna take more than that...but its a start." He shrugs back.
"Then let's do this!" I reply as we get up to gather my belongings. "We'll give them to him when he's recovered."
Then my stomach growls again. We both laugh as we go looking for food.
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~kendall
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A New Life
Fanfic14 year old Leslie Quinn is the daughter of Joker and Harley Quinn. Her life had a never ending cycle: mom and dad try to kill Batman and Robin (again), Batman puts them in Arkham, they break out, and its starts again. She is sick of it. She wants...
