For the Love of Nightwing

The First 'I Love You'

"I'm sick of blacking out," I found myself saying before I even came out of consciousness. I was in a bed, and it was dark out, judging by the view from Jaime's window. "Jellybean!?" I yelled out and sitting up. A second later he was bustling through the door, shushing me aggressively.

"My parents don't know you're up here!" he whispered, coming up to the bed. "Do you want to tell me what you were thinking? Going after the Joker and Harley Quinn? The police found you in the middle of the bank having a seizure. Not only that!" Jaime clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white, "but he was in the middle of touching all over you!"

"I'm sorry. I was trying to figure things out."

"Then you should've called for the Team. You were shot, bebe." I looked down at my shoulder that had been wrapped tightly with gauze. "You aren't ready for missions alone, not because you aren't physically capable, because you're mentally uncapable." He ran a hand through his black hair and paced around his room. "I'm your biggest supporter. You inspire me. But, I need you to calm down. You'll know when you're ready."

I turned my head away from him, bringing my knees into my chest. "It was him." I felt Jaime sit down on the bed. He put his hand on my leg and leaned towards me. "Him and his stupid Clown Slut," I cried. I rubbed my eyes, making them red. "I went to ask them what happened to me and Joker molested the f*ck out of me."

Jaime reached out, putting his hand on my cheek and bringing my eyes to his. His sweet brown eyes were so soft and gentle. I couldn't help but lean forward to kiss him.

Our lips pushed against each other until we found our rhythm. I got onto my knees, pulling him by the shoulders to bring him closer to me. He eventually got further onto the bed, taking a break from me to sit against the bed frame. Without giving him a chance to breathe I was straddled across his waist, kissing him from his lips down to his collarbone. He grabbed me by my thighs, squeezing intensely.

"I'm... trying to... be mad... at... you," he said between kisses, but I wouldn't let him talk. At this point I only felt like one thing could get rid of the soiled feeling I had on my skin and that was for someone new to touch me. Someone with gentler hands. Someone I wanted to touch me.

"I love you," I whispered. He put his hand on my lower back and brought me closer to him.

"I love you, too." We had said it so naturally. I don't think either of us really realized that it was our first time saying it because we had shown it in so many other ways.

I began to take my shirt off, but Jaime instinctly grabbed my hands and kept them down.

"Stop," he said, panting desperately. His lips were red, swollen, and marked with my nibbles. "I don't want to go too far."

"You think it's too soon?"

"I don't want to have sex until I'm married," he mumbled. He seemed upset that he had to turn me down, but still held his willpower. He looked away from me, not willing to meet my eye. But I kissed him again, slowly.

"Are you embarrassed?" I giggled. He nodded. "I'm patient," I whispered into his ear. "And I'm not opposed to marrige." I winked at him, and he smiled gratefully. I was happy for him, but the feeling in my gut came back. I felt dirty and abused. "Can you hold me then?"

"Of course." I laid down in his bed, getting under the covers as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me tight into his chest. "I'll hold you as long as you want."

"Can you hold me without your shirt on?" I murmured innocently.

He laughed loudly, shaking his head. "I have to punish you somehow for kissing the Joker." He kissed me in the back of the head, and ruffled my hair, making me smile.

I didn't know what I had with Nightwing, but I knew it could never top this. With Jaime's warmness around me I felt safe- something I didn't feel with Nightwing. I wanted to lay in this spot forever, taking in the scent of fabric softener from his sheets and the Morning Glories his mom had in vases throughout the house.

Nothing in my life had really made sense until Jaime, and I wanted to be with him for a long time. I don't think any flashback could ever make me change me mind. Even if I remember how I used to feel... this is how I feel now. I'm 19 now, and I was only 13 back then. My feelings had matured, and Jaime is much more mature than Dick.

"I love you," I repeated.

"And I love you, more."

A.N. Just a fluff chapter here. Things will really pick up. Thank you to all my readers who have stuck around, it's greatly appreciated. XOXO😘😘😘