"Because…" Her eyes darted back and forth, thinking, searching for an answer. "Because I just do."
"Rose." He back up more, eyes wide open, "Tell me what is going on.
"I can't tell you, please just trust me." She begged.
"How can I trust you?" He asked, eyes narrowing.
"It's just, I know…or I knew Jason. We were friends." She said, hoping not to blow his cover as well.
Dick paused, thinking to himself. "I think you need to tell me where you have been."
"Dick." She asked, "Dick, please just don't ask."
"No! Rose, you can't do this!" He yelled at her, voicing raising. "You can't drop something like that on me!"
"Fine!" She yelled back, lungs aching. "Fine you want to know?"
"Yes!"
"I have been in San Francisco with Jason!" She yelled. "He's not dead! We met up a few months ago and we have been working together!"
His eyes went wide and he took a step back. He was so far from her now. She didn't care, she kept going, seeing the hurt on his face.
"He came back because Talia dumped him in one of their stupid pits and we have been sleeping together because we are so fucking broken and alone!" She yelled.
"How dare you!" He said with venom. "You are a filthy liar just like your dad."
Tears sprung into her eyes and she shook her head furiously, "No, Dick. No."
"Yes." He spat, biting his lip. "Jason was my brother. How could you?"
"And how could you leave him to die?" She asked, tears falling down her cheeks. "That's what he always says at night when he thinks I can't hear him. That you were his brother and you should have been there. You left him there to die, Dick."
"You're lying!" He yelled again, running at her in anger. He pinned her up against the wall and she whimpered in pain.
"Say whatever it is to make yourself feel better, how would I know this if not for Jason?" She snarled.
He said nothing, only kept her pinned there while he thought. He looked down then looked back up to her.
"I need to see him." He said, hiding every emotion.
"I'll call him and tell him to come down here." She said angrily, lungs hurting under the stress of him.
"Why did you kiss me then? If you're sleeping with Jason?" He asked, almost with a hint of jealousy.
"Because I like you." She muttered, "Jason and I used each other. It wasn't anything…"
"Whatever." He said shaking his head and letting her go. She slumped to the floor in a little heap. She listened for the sound of him walking off in anger. She screwed it up. She sat there crying for a few moments in pain before she crawled to the door.
She let herself out into the cold, feeling the air on her skin. Her lungs felt like they were on fire as she sniffled and lit up a cigarette.
Sucking in, she regained a small amount of control over herself. She could still feel the tears falling angrily down her cheeks. She had screwed it all over with Dick. She had really liked him and now it was over because she stupidly told him she was screwing his now undead brother.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Her dad would've laughed at her.
She felt so annoying, so unwanted. She had made some headway in belonging somewhere ad now she messed up like she did everything else. She inhaled another painful nicotine breath and exhaled into the starless night.
She could almost feel Dick's radiating anger though the walls of the warehouse. She had screwed him over too, she had told him exactly when he thought about at night. She had told him that he left Jason there to die.
Really, he didn't. He didn't know Jason was dying, so he went where he was needed. Jason died alone, it wasn't anyone's fault but the Joker's. But of course, Jason blamed a lot of people. The whole family was messed up. They all wanted to help people without helping themselves.
She inhaled another long drag, wiping the wet tears from her cheeks. She exhaled, blowing the smoke as she walked of the porch and onto the soft sand of the beach. She never knew why Dick picked this spot for the base. It was so depressing. There were no waves, the water didn't ever look safe for people to go in. It was so dark and murky. The whole damn city of Bludhaven was like that. The whole damn world was like that.
Why did she come here? She had done her job. She could leave now, tell Dick she was lying about Jason. She didn't want to have to tell Jason she had blown his cover. He would not be happy with her. He had been hoping for a longer vacation, but she knew that he was still excitied planning his revenge on the Bat-family. She didn't want to get wrapped up in all this. It was too much. She had just wanted to fit in, feel like she belonged. She wanted to feel like the good guy for once. She was sick of being the killer. Sick or being Deathstroke's daughter. She was sick of everthing.
She just wanted to feel happy.
