Mass Breakout [Batgirl:Scarred Spin-Off ]

Chapter 15- One Way In

Dick Grayson/ Nightwing P.O.V

The pain.

The agony.

I sound like I am in a part of a dramatic play.

Well I kind of am.

I dropped my weight to poor ol' Stephanie.

"Could you atleast try your hardest not to put your fatty flabs on me?" She glared while trying to hold back a chuckle of amusement.

Did she just-

Oh no she didn't!

She insulted my poor six pack!

And...no...one...does...that...

Ever.

"You just did not say that. Take it back before I make you. Or else..."

She sickly smiled to me, "Or else what? Dick come on. Right know isn't the state to make threats."

She isn't going to expect this.

"Or else, I am going spill Tim about your undenying love for Tim"

Her eyes widened as her jaw nearly dropped.

Light blush appeared on her cheekbones, "Ha! As if Dick. He and I are friends. Nothing more but friends."

I smirked, "But you never denied the love!"

Steph gave me an angry frown, "You know I could just drop you here and go right?"

"Yea but we all know you are too much of a sweetheart to do it." I replied.

"Do you really want to test that out...Dick?" She exaggerated on my name sickeningly sweet before I surrendered.

"Okay, okay. Now get me back to the bike and patch me up properly."

"Fine" she glared taking out a bottle of stinging alchohol.

She dropped blotches of it on the cotton pad swiping it onto my fresh wounds.

I clenched and unclenched my jaw as the agony shot through rapidly.

"Hold it, Nightwing. This is the beginning."

She took out a need and thread, stabbing it though my skin stitching it together.

I could feel my face flush red with excruciating pain as tears were threatening to come out.

I mean seriously? I may be a superhero and mask my feelings quite well.

But, it doesn't mean I don't have any.

"Is it done yet, Steph?" I asked hesitantly opening one side of my eyes.

"Yup all finished." she replied slapping away germs.

"Oracle to Nightwing, do you hear me?"

"Yea. What's up Babs?" I reply patting away dust from my armored suit.

"Don't you dare what's up me, Grayson! What happened to your vitals? Loss of blood?"

I completely forgot that Oracle could track everything, including our blood pressure and etcetera.

"Er-I have to go. By--"

"RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON! You better not hang up on me or else you will get a month of beating from my metal staff and I." She puffed.

"Fine, fine Babs!"

And I started blabbing on and on about my additional scars on my body.

"Wonderful isn't it?" I asked sarcastically.