AN: So sorry for the late update but I just got a major writer's block! Hope you like where this is going!
Wednesday Nerissa's apartment
When she woke up, Nerissa's back was sore, the chair is extremely uncomfortable. She checked her phone, Jason hadn't sent anything, she decided to send a text herself.
'Hey, I hope you're feeling better, I'll be at the manor today, maybe we can talk! xo'
"Was that too casual?" she asked Thirteen.
Meow
"I don't know what that means," Nerissa stared at her cat, "is Damian okay?"
Meow
"Now that I understood," she kept looking at the cat, "you said yes right? 'cause that's what I felt you said."
Meow
"Don't give me attitude!" Nerissa went to the kitchen to get food for Thirteen, "you like Jason right?"
Meow
"hmm," she got really strong loving emotions from Thirteen, she smiled and filled her bowl, she turned and saw the cat circling the red tulip on the coffee table, "would it be weird to name the plant?"
Meow
"No, it would not," the Swamp Thing appeared from the plant, "you have named inanimate objects before, a plant is a living thing."
"What brings you here? And you promised to never bring that up again!" Nerissa smiled at her most trusted friend.
"When are you going to New York?" he asked.
"I need to finish the painting at Wayne Manor, I need to buy a dress for the Gala-"
"You need to rethink your priorities," the Swamp Thing said with seriousness and authority in his growl like voice.
"I need a minute to process Alec!" she snapped, "a lot is happening way faster than I can process! I have paintings I need to finish, a gala to prepare for because Bruce invited HER to it, powers I need to learn to control, a boyfriend who probably thinks I hate him because of what happened-"
"Has he hurt you?" The Swamp Thing growled.
"No he didn't, he would never hurt me," Nerissa yelled, "the plant was there, you would have know if he had."
"Hmm, you have to go to New York as soon as you can," he grumbled back into the plant.
"I can't name the plant anymore," Nerissa groaned.
Wednesday Wayne Manor
Chas called and asked her if she needed a ride, but she needed time alone. He was more thoughtful than before, she really cared about him, he was nice to her and wanted nothing in return.
Nerissa worked on the painting alone for a bit seeing as no one was up. She asked Alfred to gather them all for the afternoon so that she could get one last complete session. She saw Damian and called him but he ignored her, twice. Cassandra was clearly irritated, Nerissa was worried about her, she'd been this way since Sunday. Dick and Tim were working on cases when they appeared it was barely for a few minutes, and Jason wasn't around.
When it was time for the afternoon session, Damian was the first to come into the ballroom, but when he saw her alone he tried to leave.
"Hey," Nerissa called, "are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I should probably-"
"Hide from me for some reason?"
"I'm not," Damian lied, "I'm busy."
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