Kittens and Titus [Damian Wayne (Robin) x O.C.]

Chapter Twenty Three

(Thinking about writing a Roy Harper, Arsenal, from the comics, book. I'm sorry but I don't like Roy from Arrow. I actually don't even like Arrow. I like The Flash and DC's Legends of Tomorrow, but Arrow and Supergirl just weren't for me. I am not a fan of the Superman comics and I've never read Supergirl comics so that doesn't help. Anyways, I adore Arsenal from Red Hood and the Outlaws so I might be making something. What do you think?)

-It just isn't your night-

Gotham City, USA

"What did Bruce say to you?" Nightwing asked. Crystal sat behind him on his motorcycle, holding onto his torso tightly.

"Nothing. Just if I had to go it was nothing to be ashamed of," She replied. Crystal help onto him tighter as he took a sharp turn.

Nightwing laughed a little bit. "Does this scare you?"

"The fact that you drive like a maniac? No not at all," Crystal sarcastically hissed.

"Woah, no need to be feisty," Nightwing joked as he slowed down. "I think I'm a great driver, and so does Damian."

Crystal laughed at him as they pulled over. "Here already?"

"Yeah. The break-in happened here. Batwoman and Flamebird reported it. They were still chasing Tetch and some cult leader named Alice," Nightwing answered.

Crystal swung her black jean covered leg over the side of the bike to get off. Nightwing laughed as she tripped on her feet, her stomach turning. She felt sick and dizzy.

"You alright?" He asked.

She shook her head, letting her mask disappear. "I feel sick."

"Hey, it's alright. Do you think you can make this mission? Do you need water?"

"I don't know," She answered. It felt like her brain was pushing against her head, her eyes being squeezed out. Her stomach was in knots, even the thought of water seemed to sicken her.

"Put your mask back on," Nightwing hissed. "Behind you are some goons."

She focused her energy, making herself feel a wave of uneasiness. When the Diamond mask flood her face she looked to Nightwing. He nodded before slowly moving down, holding his hands out in a cup. She stepped on them, letting him lift her up in one solid movement, pushing herself off them backwards in a flip. She landed in the middle of the group of baddies, a grin hidden behind her mask.

"It just isn't your night," Crystal teased before kicking one of them in the shin, watching him groan in pain. Nightwing did a front flip off his motorcycle hitting a couple goons in the head with his escrima sticks, the sizzle of electricity emitting with contact.

Crystal closed her eyes and forced black tourmaline around the feet of the villains. Their energy began to drain as Nightwing finished them off.

"Nice trick," Red Robin complimented as he stepped out of the shadows, referring to the acrobatic trick.

"Thank you," Crystal mumbled, her head was hurting even more. The ground was in steady under her feet, and she felt like she was going to puke. "Dick, I can't do this," she whispered.

"Alright, Crystal. I'll see if Spoiler or someone can drive you home."

The mission started without Jade and Arsenal, also known as Roy Harper. They got into the car he was renting, some rap song blaring through the speakers.

"Hustlin' is a habit, so they say, this is for the G's who didn't know any other way. Other ways of getting money, not many do not require a degree of separation from the streets you gettin' paid in. In which the level of difficulty is extraordinarily high," Arsenal rapped from the driver's seat.

Jade let her mask leave and her eyes close, her head resting on the window. Roy turned down the music. "You don't look so good."

"No duh, that's why you have to drive me back," Jade hissed.

"That's a rude way to say thank you," Toy scoffed as he took a sharp turn onto the busy road.

"(Swear), I need to puke," Jade whimpered as she curled up into the corner of the door and seat.

"Crap, not in the rental. We are almost there," Roy assured her, rubbing her back. "Can you make it to Wayne manor?"

"I-I think so," She whispered. She felt like tears were going to start falling down her cheeks. "But just in case can you open the window a bit?"

Roy started to roll the window down with a button. "Yeah, of course, fresh air is always positive."

"Thank you, Roy," she mumbled, closing her eyes. She let darkness take over her body and consume her mind.

• • •

"Can you take her," The hushed voice of Roy asked, pulling Jade out of her dreams. She was cradled in someone's arms, she wanted to look but from the feeling of the outfit the person was wearing it was Roy.

She was shifted from his arms to a more buff pair. The man was wearing a dress shirt. "Thank you for bringing her home, Harper. You made the right choice."

"Just please don't tell anyone it was me, alright? Make up a story or something."

"Of course. The money is in the bag."

(Ahhh, things are getting tense! Who is it? Do you know? Tell me your guess in the comments! Also for real, do you think Roy needs more love? Thanks for reading and please vote!)