Untitled (Dick Grayson)

Untitled Part 7

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Well... I decided to follow you to make sure you don't get hurt." He said, holding his stomach from the kick. "It seems as though I'm the one that got hurt in the end though."

"I can take care of myself thanks. And you deserved it for stalking me." I said, crossing my arms. "Anyways, you can leave now now that you know I can protect myself. Goodbye."

I was going to leave before he stopped me, "Speaking of being able to protect yourself, who taught you to fight?" Dick asked.

I shrugged, "I don't know."

He looked at me confused, "How do you not know who trained you?"

"Well I was just given training dummies and a note telling me what to do. I swear I've told you this before"

"You haven't, besides, it's not like it matters. As long as you can protect yourself without me around, I'm cool with anything." He says.

I got out of his grip and replied, "Tch, you say that like we're a couple or something."

He smirks and leans towards me, "What if we were?"

I push him, "As if I would ever date you, idiot." 

He falls over to the ground dramatically, "You wound me!"

I laugh, "You deserve it."

I walk away from him and sit on a trash bag again. "You know, those clothes won't last long if you sit on trash bags."

"I'll buy new ones" I said, not getting up.

"So what's your story?" Dicks asks.

What an odd question, although, I guess I'm pretty odd myself. I explain my story to him very briefly. (Next chapter will be this.)

"Anyways, you wanna race?" I ask, looking over to Dick.

He smirks, "You're on, though don't get upset when you lose"

"I should say the same to you. Whoever can make it back to the house first wins. Starting now!" 

We take off and I am in the lead, but only by a few feet, "Try to keep up Nightwing!" I say and keep a steady pace. I could've gone faster, but I want to save my energy. We make it past a diner and he catches up to me.

We smirk at each other, not wanting to waste our breath by talking. Then some bullets fly at us, Nightwing stops and runs the other way, but I just stand there a smile. They keep trying to shoot me, but I dodge the bullets and keep smiling. 

"You look like you're tired, I'll let you sleep." I say before throwing one of my pills at the people firing at me, making them pass out. I realize that Nightwing might win so I quickly continue running, using that spare energy to run faster than the speed limit.

I see Dick and catch up to him, "Thanks for leaving me!" I yell, laughing.

"It's not like you wouldn't catch up anyways."

I nod, agreeing. I then run ahead of him and soon see the mansion. I see Dick slowly catch up to me so I kick a rock to the side and watch him trip slightly. I make it to the door and open it. "Haha! I am the victor, nobody else is better than me!" I say, watching Dick bend over, panting.

"You-you cheated." He said, out of breath.

"And you left when we were being shot at, all I did was kick a rock in your way. If anything, I should be the one mad. And I'm sure Batman would be upset if he found out that you left somebody in the line of gunfire"

He looks up at me, "I knew you could protect yourself, so don't get mad at me."

"Whatever, I still won fair and square."

Just then Damien and Batman walked over, "Jeez, you guys act like a married couple." Damien remarked.

"Oh Lord please help me." I said, trying not to hit this child. Then I realized, I was in the presence of Batman. A billionaire who had graciously let me stay in his home for the time being.

I didn't know what to say to him so we kind of just stared at each other. I then looked away and turned to Dick. "When am I going to be leaving here?"

He looked hurt in a way, "You don't want to stay longer?"

"Well no. It's boring with out having anything to do, and besides, I don't want to overstay my welcome."

Really what I meant was I didn't want to get teased for the picture Alfred took. "You're being over dramatic, you've been here for one day."

"That's one day too long."

I turned around to leave after thanking Batman for meeting me stay. I then exited the house and ran past the gate. I could feel Dick staring at me, but I didn't care. I needed to go and find the person who caused all this mess. And I needed to do it quick. I walked over to my alley, figuring this is where I would be sleeping for the time being.

When I got to my trash bag, I saw a picture of me laying on it. One that couldn't have been taken by me, and under it, the caption read. 

'We always know where you are.'