Bethany Ford - A Young Justice Novel (Robin/Dick Grayson Romance) [Completed]

Chapter 21: Hidden Talents

I dedicate this new chapter to @ginjaninjahannah because she has become one of my newest devoted readers. Did you know that @ginjaninjahannah favorite just about all of my chapters in I think about 1 or 2 days?

So, I took a sick day from school. Sick day doesn't mean get better, sleep, and catch up on homework. No, no, no. Sick day means write my Bethany Ford story, eat as much junk food as possible, and watch Netflix. Took me about 3 hours to write this. So here ya go!!!

Bethany's POV

        When I opened my eyes, I was met with high ceilings and soft light coming through big windows. I immediately sat up, my head throbbing in protest. I let out a groan and tried to hop off the extremely fluffy and large king sized bed that I was on. The room started spinning and I started falling to the floor

        "Woah there. Easy. Your hangover is still there," A familiar voice said in my ear. Strong arms grasped my hips and lifted me back onto the bed.

      "Damn, those lights are too bright," I motioned with my eyes closed at the ceiling lights. Dick immediately turned them off, causing the only light in the room to be natural light coming from the grandiose windows. He came back and sat next to me.

      "Better?" He asked.

       "T-thanks. But can you talk quieter? You're yelling in my ears," I waved at him with my eyes shut, but before I could accidentally hit him in the face, he grabbed my hand and held on.

      "Your hangover is pretty bad. But it'll go away soon."

       "Dick? Where am I?" I asked, rubbing my eyes with my free hand. I slowly cracked my eyes open again.

        He hesitated before answering, "You're at my place. Welcome to Wayne mansion," He gestured to the large room. He didn't sound too enthusiastic about it.

        It took me a second to register where I had heard the name "Wayne."

        "Wait, Wayne?!" My throat hurt, but I continued, "You're Bruce Wayne's son?"

        He nodded grimly and let go of my hand.

        "Y-you're... THE Bruce Wayne's son?!" I said even louder.

        "Well, technically... no," He tapped his chin, "I'm his adoptive son."

        I was silent, my head slowly putting things together. The gears in my brain were slowly turning.

        "Did you know that Bruce Wayne gave me the scholarship to get into Gotham Academy?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

        "Yes," Dick said plainly.

        "Why didn't you tell me you were Bruce Wayne's..." How do I say this?

        "Ward. I'm his ward."

        "Yeah. Why didn't you tell me?"

        He hesitated before answering, "I didn't want to. I wanted you to like me because we were truly friends. Not because you felt obligated to be my friend."

        "Oh," I was silent for a moment before saying, "It's just that... well, you know how I hate meeting new people and you know how I hate having to talk to people I don't like. If I don't like people, I usually just keep my distance. But Dick, I hang out with you and I talk to you because we're true friends and, well, I really like you," Then I quickly added waving my hands in the air in front of me, "As a friend, of course!"

        His shoulders slumped a little, like he was disappointed.

        "Yeah, sorry." He said quietly.