~.: "Gorgeous":.~
~Taylor Swift ~
~.: De's P.o.V :.~
Sitting by Isabella's bedside, I sighed and ran a hand through my hair stressfully. So much had happened and so much had gone wrong during the encounter we'd had with Acacia while at her hideout that she shared with Jared. For instance, despite my attempts to persuade Nightwing not to try and get his daughter back, Acacia had shot Bella out of anger and frustration when Dick had tried to take their kid away from her. Naturally, shit literally hit the fan, and it took a good bit of arguing and persuasion to convince Dick, Acacia, and Jared to stay out of the infirmary while Isabella was being watched over. With them out of the room so that they could cool off without further upsetting Bella, I was left to watch over Nightwing's daughter.
As I looked at Bella's comatose form laying on the infirmary bed that Nightwing had put her in, I frowned in irritation. /If only Nightwing had listened to me! All of this would have never happened. Ugh,/ my gaze went to Isabella's heart monitor that was steadily beating, /At least Bella isn't dead. Acacia's thunderbolt attack could've obliterated the poor thing./ I thought silently, readjusting the light blanket that was keeping Bella warm. A surge of motherly emotion flooded through me and I instinctively placed a gentle hand on little Isabella's forehead, pushing her hair gently out of her tiny china-doll face.
"Poor thing..." I murmured softly, frowning at the bruises and scraps that had been left on the child due to the blow she'd received from her own mother. A twinge of anger sparked from within me as my mind replayed the scene of little Isabella getting zapped so hard that she flew backwards and into the wall behind her. /I can't believe Acacia did that.../ I thought silently to myself, sitting back down in the chair at Bella's bedside. Suddenly the infirmary door creaks, a light knock sounding as it opened. I turned around in my seat as Nightwing slowly walked into the infirmary room, his masked gaze travelling from me to Bella then back again. I frowned at him as he approached.
"Has she woken up at all?" Nightwing softly asked as he stood beside me, looking at Bella's heart monitor. I shook my head, trying to hold my tongue and prevent myself from telling him to get out.
"No, she hasn't," I grumbled, getting to my feet as he ran one of his gloved hands through his unruly bangs, "She wouldn't be unconscious if you had listened to me in the first place," I huffed softly, crossing my arms over my chest when Nightwing turned and faced me. As our gazes met, I lost my confidence and my prideful stance faltered, my crossed arms falling to my sides as I felt my face flush with embarrassment.
"I know, I should've listened.." he began, putting a tentative gloved hand on my shoulder which I eyed wearily, "I'm sorry." I looked back up at him, then looked at Bella who still lay unconscious on the bed still.
"Sorry isn't going to fix the fact that you probably just scarred your own daughter that you just found out about literally a few hours ago for life-" I heatedly snapped, /Why doesn't he ever listen when people are trying to help him?/ "If Bella lives through the trauma her mom just caused her, I'm not sure how she'll deal with her dad taking her away from-..." my voice faltered as I became aware of just how close my face was to Nightwing's. Apparently, as I was ranting, I had gotten a little too close to him and I was now on my tiptoes, my face almost in his as my gaze bore into that stupid mask of his.
"I know 'sorry' won't fix Bella. I know. I didn't mean for her to get hurt during all of this,"Nightwing began once more, his hand still on my shoulder. /Is it me or is he getting too close.../ I pushed the realization to the back of my head as I opened my mouth to snap at him again.
"You may not have meant to b-mph!?" My words were swallowed by his lips covering mine as he tentatively held me close. For a moment, I just stood there letting him kiss me, until I pushed him away sternly, my face burning.
"Th-That wasn't necessary-" I heatedly snapped at him, shouldering off his hand as I backed away. Nightwing rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding my gaze as I trembled in front of him. /What just happened?! Did he really just kiss me?!/ Before any more words can be said between us, the door slams open, and a rather irritated Aria walks in, standing between me and Nightwing.
"Stop being a dick to my best friend and go away. Superman said you can't be in here while Bella is unconscious because if she wakes up, she might have amnesia. Now shoo!" She swats him and he rolls his eyes, momentarily catching my shy gaze as he walks past her and departs from the room.
"Stupid idiot," Aria grumbles, walking over to Isabella, "He's so stupid sometimes. Maybe being interested in you might make him less stupid? I doubt it though." She snickered as I shyly dipped my head, still dazed about what had just happened between Dick and I. /A relationship with him... is that what I'm wanting..? Is that why I've been continuously trying to help and protect him?/
~.: TBC :.~
