(Ok so I'll be off for awhile. this week I'll try to update everything. And some people complained about my Joker so let me explain, in the story I based the joker of John DiMaggio's Joker in Batman: Under the Red Hood. so, sorry if he's not as insane as Scott Snyder's comic book joker. Please review and enjoy)
"Spoiler! Spoiler!," Robin yells, I don't answer, "damnit Stephanie, don't die on me!"
I feel pressure on my chest. Joy he's giving me cpr. At least I think I'll live now. As I sit up I start coughing and open my eyes. The first thing I see is Robin, mask off, costume torn up from the explosion, starting at me.
"Steph?!" Tim asks, "you…ok?"
"I'll survive," I say, we stand up. I turn to him, "wheres the..."
I'm cut by Tim who kisses me, hard and unexpected. Then he steps back a little, a smile on his face. I pull of my cowl revealing my face. My expression? I have no idea what it looks like. Probably bewildered or confused. He looks up at me and blushes.
"Sorry, that was probably a stupid move" he says
"No," I say smirking, "it wasn't"
I press my hands against his checks and kiss him. To my surprise he kisses me back. It's passionate and sweet. I pull back smiling a little. Tim looks surprised and happy at the same time.
"I think we should get going" I say
"Yeah Batman's not gonna be turbed with our results" Tim jokes while putting on his mask.
I laugh a little, "Tim Drake: carrying on Dick Grayson's title as well as his words."
"Oh shut up" he laughs though because it's true.
I pull on my cowl as we approach the bikes, surprisingly still in good shape after the explosion. We ride back in silence. We arrive shortly to the batcave. I step off my bike and look over to Tim. Tim, still grinning, is there to help me get to Alfred so he can stitch up my wounds. We walk over to Alfred and it doesn't take him long to realize we've injured ourselves…again.
"Oh my," Alfred says, not surprised, "I'll grab the med kit"
Alfred walks off to retrieve the kit. Tim and I sit on the cot next to each other.
Tim chuckles, "Alfie doesn't seem so surprised to see us"
I laugh a little, "He's not because we're here all the time. He's just not surprised we're covered in blood and have ripped up costumes. I pull off my cowl, revealing a mess of blonde hair. Man where's a hair brush when you need one. Sometime later after Alfred did what he could to fix our wounds, sitting in front of the computer looking for Joker, Tim being the idiot he is making me laugh, Nightwing comes. The Bludheaven vigilante dressed in black and blue walks into the batcave to something he never expected…at least from Dick's perspective…
