Red Hood x Reader x Nightwing

Ch 13: Girl Power...?

It was so hard to breathe...
     "Left! Right! Left! Right!" Dick's words were a constant echo in your brain.
     How long had you been moving?
     "Come on! Faster! Faster!" he demanded. You landed each punch with everything you had left. Your breathing was heavy—in every aspect of the word. Your arms and legs felt numb, and you could feel your heart pounding against your ribcage, just itching to burst free.
     With every painful passing second, you felt even more light headed, as blood surged to keep up with your fists. Your vision started to blur every other second, and you shook your head to clear your mind.
     Dick kept his hands up, and you continued to beat them back—but through your quickening pants you heard him say something. But you couldn't hear what—
     Your neck cracked and your stomach burned as fists tightened under thin white fabric. It was sudden, and you didn't even see it yourself, but somehow your fist collided with the little mats on Dick's hands—and sent him flying.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, crossing over your closed eyes. You shifted, the brightness disturbing you, and it somehow seemed to go away on its own...
     You gradually, and reluctantly, opened your eyes when a knock sounded on the other side of the door. Followed by a, "Can I come in?"
     "Yeah," you said, rather small.
     Dick peeked his head through the gap in the door before coming in.
     "Oh my god," you said sitting up, "are you okay?"
     Dick's face was a little purple and a cut sliced through his lip. "Yeah I'm good. I've had worse."
     You hopped out of bed—immediately regretting it as you stumbled from the soreness of your tight muscles. Dick was at your side to hold you up in seconds. You protested, "No, no I'm fine. I'm okay. Just a little sore."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
You nodded and used the bed to balance yourself. "How long will that take to heal?"
"Not sure. Maybe a week or two. Don't worry about it. But I came here for a reason other than just checking in." Dick sat on the edge of the bed, and patted the spot next to him.
"What is it?" you asked and cautiously eased to sit.
     "After yesterday..." He paused to find the words. Then said, "We're giving you more—oh, how do I put this—'special' training, what have you."
     Your brows narrowed. "What do you mean?"
     "I mean... You're getting special training from a good friend of Bruce's," he explained.
     "And who's that?" you pushed, leaning forward.
     A winded sigh escaped him. "Wonder Woman."

You stood before a small house not too far from the Manor, and awaited the front door's opening. Bruce stood like a dark shadow on the bright porch.
     There was a soft click, followed by a wide creek. A tall, muscular woman with long dark hair and blazing blue eyes crossed the doorway to shake Bruce's hand. You knew who she was immediately—from the cheekbones to the warrior-like grace, she was unmistakably Diana Prince.
     Her smile was like polished pearls in fresh blood, beautifully splashed over her mouth in an elegant curve, you thought. Those eyes pierced your stare with utmost kindness and compassion, so much so that you couldn't handle it. So you awkwardly smiled back at her contagiousness.
     "This must be (First Name), eh?" Diana pushed past Bruce, holding a hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
After a second's hesitation you firmly shook her hand. "You as well." Your voice sort of made a weird crack sound but the Amazonian didn't seem to mind. Instead, she placed a gentle hand at the small of your back and lead you into the house.
It was quaint and colourful, with paintings of wide bright landscapes of white cliff sides and green grasses and crystal waves over honey beaches. There seemed to be a kind of theme in the home.
Bruce followed behind like a shadow eating at the light, closing the door behind you and Diana.
The Amazonian princess took a seat in a long quite sofa, crossing her legs. "Please, sit," she said with that same smile.
You and Bruce sat across from her in two smaller chairs. Bruce cleared his throat and said, "Now that we're here, I'd like to address this matter professionally. So—"
"Oh hush up," Diana said, cutting the billionaire off. She turned to you. "Do you know why Bruce brought you here?"
You shook your head.
"It's because you have something inside you that cannot be contained—controlled—using his methods. It could most certainly get many people killed. Which we can't have." Her eyes flicked to Bruce for a moment, then back to you. "You're here so I can teach you how to control that uncontainable thing."
     It took a moment to process, as most things did. After a long pause of silence, you said, "So if you're Wonder Woman,"—your forefinger pointed to the raven haired woman—"does that mean you're Batman?"
     Another long pause. Diana and Bruce exchanged hesitant glances towards one another. Diana inclined her head and Bruce spoke up. "Yes. That means I am Batman. No point in lying to you."
     You gave a thoughtful, shallow nod.
     Diana said, "Should we begin right away? Or let you get settled?"
     "Better to start as soon as possible," said Bruce. "She could come in handy."
     Your eyes darted between them before Diana said to you, "Sure. Go put your things in that room down the hall, then come back out, all right?"
     You nodded and rose, clasping the handle of your suitcase and rolling it over the wood floor.