THE RISK OF FALLING

@robbiemalone

AMERICA, MOTHERFUCKER

“Clark’s version is definitely not the entire story.” She chuckled fondly, “But both words could be used, I guess.  My mom always told it with rebel.” But then again, Alura was pretty strict with somethings.

“That’s true, but I mean. Clark is pretty bias. I did used to change his diapers. And now I can kick his butt.” She pointed out with a laugh. “I think Diana trusts me. Or I hope so. Clark says it’s a pretty lost cause to get Bruce to trust me though.”

his smile turned into an amused smirk as he released a matching little laugh. “well, i suppose some people could describe what i do as earth’s nightwing as a rebellious act, considering vigilantism continues to be illegal in new jersey and the whole of america.”

SHE DIDN’T EVEN DARE     to look up from the stitches , but from the immediate wince on her face followed by guilt indicated that she had completely forgotten to get him painkillers . her hands were stained by his blood as she surely stitched the wound back together without falter . maybe in another life she could have been a brilliant surgeon , but not this life . nevertheless , it wasn’t before long that the female finished sewing him up , and she bit her lip as she looked down at his pained expression . unlike him , she was used to pulling knives out of herself with pure force . she ought to take note of that .

a sigh escaped her as she hopped off of the bed to help him out of the torn , bloodstained nightwing costume . she made quick work with changing him into something more comfortable , then replaced the sheets with clean ones . then she hopped away– when she returned , there were no more bloody sheets , instead in her hands a bottle of whiskey  ( she preferred vodka , but he was the injured one )  . however , as he was in no state to get up , the second time she straddled him for the day was to kiss him with a mouthful of heavy alcohol .

seemed like it took her an eternity to stitch him, and when she was finally done he released a long breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. she had seen him injured before, though nothing quite like this, and it was plainly evident in the worried crease in her brow and the way she chewed on her lip whenever he let slide a pained grunt as she helped him change out of beaten remains of his costume. he made a lazy attempt at giving her smirk as he slipped onto a pair of clean, non-bloodied basketball shorts. “you should see the other guys.” that was an attempt at a joke, buried in half-truth. dick might’ve been the one to walk out with a knife sticking out of his gut, but at least he was able to walk; his opponents wouldn’t be able to walk again for several months.

Baaaaaeeeeeee

HESITANCE AND CONFUSION      flickered in her eyes as she looked uneasily towards him . not only was she not used to the hospitality , but she was still unable to comprehend the entire situation . she didn’t even know what he was thinking– even though she had let him off , there was no saying she wouldn’t try again . redemption , to her , was a concept difficult to understand . he should have known this . and yet– just watching him offering her what he should be having , even when it’s something as trivial as where she was going to stay–

delusion gripped the tiny daggers on her neck while tentatively standing up to follow dick . though he was offering her the room out of goodwill , she couldn’t help glancing at the corners , the counters , the windows– just in case for a quick escape . then , as if not completely convinced , her brows furrowed . she cast a glance at dick again , brows furrowed– she couldn’t be sure that he was going to kill her or hurt her . worse , claiming her weapons or using her . besides , she was perfectly fine on the couch . 

stealthy as she was about it, dick still noticed the way she categorized each and every possible exit, and planned different escape for each one, the moment she stepped into the bedroom. had it been anyone else and he might have been a little offended for the lack of confidence, but he knew that wasn’t something she could shut off. hell, his own training shout at him to look for the nearest escape route whenever he entered any room. he had memorized all the emergency exits in titans tower within a week. and as much as he wanted to quiet it down, he couldn’t completely shut down the little voice whispering in his head that she would stab him in his sleep. distrust was a big part of what kept them both alive for this long; all he could hope was that one day they could trust each other enough to let their guards down.

i tried to wait that out, see if it would fix itself, but sadly it’s been a week and some and nothing has changed. i managed to get my grubby little hands on my sister’s old laptop tho! but this thing is sloooow. i have a lot of muse for basically all my blogs rn tho, so i will try to be around, just don’t expect fast or many replies for awhile.

LUNA WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN      known as one of earth’s strongest assassins had she not manage to hear the sounds outside of the house . it alarmed her , and for a second , her hand had a tight grip around her mini-daggers out of reflex . when she recognized the footsteps as dick’s , she let out a quiet relieved sigh , but this sigh was cut short when she realized he was walking wrong . the quiet tapping pulled her from her thoughts , and she finally looked up only to see him , pale as a sheet . 

her eyes widened in horror as she darted out of the door as soon as the sight sunk in , picking him up on her back to lift him inside . once he was safe in the confines of his home , she quickly lowered him on his bed before fetching the med kit he had stacked . her teeth was gritted tightly together as she manifested her dagger to tear his suit apart  ( it was ruined anyway , he wouldn’t mind )  . then , straddling his hips , she pulled out the knife before sterilizing the wound . her motions were quick and firm , so it wasn’t long before she started stitching him back up .

a sense of relief washed over him once he saw her move on the other side of the glass, his racing heart slowing down in his chest. she moved like quicksilver, between one blink and another she was by his side, pulling him to his feet and into the bedroom, dick mumbling his thank you as she dragged him along. the press of the cold sheets on his warm skin felt so nice; in his delirious state, he started to nuzzle the nearest pillow. until stretching started to make the gushing wound on his abdomen start to ache more intensely, bringing him back down to reality.