I slowly walked into my room, heading straight to my bed. My cheek stung like venom from where it was hit, but I ignored it. I lay quiet on my bed, trying to stay unnoticed. I didn't want to be found, ever. I felt the hot tears stream down my cheek as I silently cry in my room, thinking of what happened.
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"I said NO robin!" Richard screamed as he loomed over me, the anger boiling up inside of him.
"Please, please, I really do love him." I begged, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Dammit robin, you're not gay!" he yelled.
"B-But-" But I was cut off.
WHACK! Eyes widening in shock, I realized what had happened, Richard had just slapped me.
"R-robin, robin I-I didn't-"He stuttered. I didn't want to hear him. I wanted to run away, far away. I ran out the door and slammed it.
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I pressed my face into my pillow, soaking it. It hurt so badly, my heart I mean. I felt the pain stab my heart hard. I just wanted to go die, everything would end that way, no more pain. I knew it wouldn't take much, knowing how weak I was.
"Robin?" said a voice, interrupting my thoughts.
I looked up a little, terrified Richard might be watching me now. I was slightly relived to see Bart. Wait, why was Bart in my room?
"R-robin, you… OK?" he asked. Refusing to reply, I laid back down on my bed silently, just wanting to be alone.
All of a sudden, I felt something warm rub up and down my back, making me relax a little, and sleepy, too. His arm slipped over my side, pulling me towards him. He felt... Warm. I flipped over facing him and snuggled into his chest.
"B-Bart?" I asked, my voice cracked, broken.
"Yeah robin?" he whispered quietly into my ear.
"I-If I show you something, will you promise not to freak out." I asked, scared.
"Sure, but, what is it?" he replied quietly.
"M-my e-eyes." I said, my voice shaking, as I began to take off my mask.
He lightly brushed my cheek and whispered, "Now why would I-" but immediately stopped when he saw my eyes.
They glowed crimson red, and seemed almost cat-like with my silted pupils. This was my biggest secret, my worst nightmare, the one thing that haunts me the most, and I was sharing it with Bart. Does this… change any thing, or will things stay the same?
"B-Bart, I understand if you're-" I was quickly cut off, my mouth suddenly occupied by something else. I felt myself melt into the kiss, completely giving him dominance. His hand slipped up my shirt, slowly slipping it off. I shivered as his hand gently brushed down my spine, sliding farther, farther, and farther down.
He pinned me down to the bed, releasing my mouth and trailing his lips down my jaw line, towards my neck. He stopped and kissed my soft spot, causing me to let out a light moan. This gave him pleasure, I was sure of it, and he lightly bit down on it, bringing out a louder moan.
I looked into his bright, yellow, fox-like eyes and saw something I've only seen a few times before. It was the look my dad had when he saw my mother, a sweet, loving look. It was a look of true, pure love. I finally have a real answer for every one. I don't want to be Batman or Nightwing; I wanted to be Bart's lover, that's all.
What happened the rest of the night is a secret between me and Bart, but I'll tell you this. At the moment, I'm here holding our little girl, Bellatrix, watching the boy's, Tanner and James, as they played in the yard and waiting for my sweet, loving husband to come home from work, and I love it.