The Archer | T.D. ✔

Chapter Twenty

A/N: I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE

The day was February 12th, and it started like any other day. Rory woke up early in the morning with Tim wrapped around her, keeping her trapped under his body. It was a gloomy day out, with the sun hidden behind dark clouds. Almost all the snow was gone with March fast approaching and it was starting to warm up.

She had gotten good at slipping out of Tim's death grip he had when he was sleeping, so that morning she got up and changed with ease before leaving her room and shutting the door. It had been three days since she had told the others about White Arrow and Slade, or at least most of the story. There were aspects that she wanted to keep private for now at least, them knowing that she had a history with the man known as Deathstroke was bad enough.

Quietly she walked down to the Batcave and logged into the computer. Deathstroke was in Gotham, and he was there for her and Rory was going to find out why. She wanted to go back to that building, but none of them would let her. With Bruce's order of no getting mixed up with the bigger villains, that defaulted to Slade and it pissed her off.

All she could do was watch footage from security cameras, her suit, and anything else she could hack her way into, even going as far as using someone's phone. No one was fond of that idea, especially Tim. After patrol, she would review her suit footage but nothing came up. Now that she knew Slade was there, she could feel his eyes on her everywhere she went and it didn't help that he could hide as well as Batman if not better.

Rory was getting sick and tired of being sidelined, she knew that they all had good intentions but Rory knew she would have a better chance against Deathstroke than the Joker. She had fought him before and lived, but Rory had lost something that night. 

Tim woke to feel the cold bed under him, opening his eyes he saw that Rory had yet again gotten up without him noticing. With a sigh, he got up and ran a hand through his hair before leaving the room. He knew that he had a bad sleeping schedule, but Rory was starting to scare him. She wasn't sleeping, and when she was it was plagued with bad dreams.

He had tried to see if Jason could get her to open up, but she refused and shut him down quickly saying that she was fine and it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Tim knew exactly where she would be, so he made his way down to the Batcave and saw her there sitting at the computer with her eyes glued to the screen.

"Rory," he called, hoping she was hearing him. No answer. With a sigh he walked down and sat with her, she didn't have to look at him to see the look he was giving her. Rory felt bad that she was worrying him this much, but the last time Slade came around it didn't end well and she'd be damned if something like that happened again.

"How long have you been up?" he asked.

"Only about thirty minutes." 

"Did you eat?" he asked.

"Did you?" she countered.

Tim huffed a laugh. "Fair enough. Come on, get up." He pulled her away from the computer and made her stand. "You are going to go take a shower and eat, I love you but you are starting to smell and I want you taken care of," he said pushing her up the stairs.

Rory rolled her eyes and let him push her up the stairs and back to her room. Stopping outside her bathroom, she turned to look at him with a gleam in her eyes. "Fine, I'll take a shower," she said.

"If you take one with me." 

Tim's heart stopped, she wanted him to shower with her? Bruce's rules were in effect still, and the two of them abided by the rules eighty-five percent of the time at least. Surely taking a shower together would not break one of those rules right?