AN: So the rest of this is still rated T just for in case. Lots of fluff, quite romantic. The beginnings of a slash but nothing concrete yet.

Frozen Part 2

When she woke up she felt… warm. Not unusual. So why did it feel so different? As if she hasn't been felt warmth in a long time? She tried to think but her head was still groggy with sleep so no plausible answer came to her. The next thing she became aware of was the arms holding her. She felt an arm draped over her middle and another one crossing over her chest. Her eyes snapped open as she started to panic in her head while she tried to keep her breathing calm. She calmed down when she took in her surroundings and saw that she was in Dick's room and recognised his arms around her. She let out a quiet breath of relief as she closed her eyes again. What was she doing in Dick's room and bed though? She couldn't remember having a nightmare, which was the occasional reason why she would wake up in Dick's arms in her room, when Bruce wasn't around to soothe her and help her go back to sleep. This was the first time she had ever woken up in Dick's room though. She'd gone to Bruce four or five in the past year when her nightmares wouldn't leave her alone, but never to Dick because she hadn't wanted to disturb him and because there was something about Bruce that just made her feel so safe. Not because Dick didn't make her feel safe, because when he came to her she slept soundly for the rest of the night, but there was a difference between "big brother safe" and "father safe". She had learnt that while living with Master Shin's family in South Africa. She felt a twinge in her heart as her thoughts turned to her lost family but she quickly turned them back to Bruce and her new family.

She smiled as she thought of how easily she had settled in with them. She had worried that Bruce and Dick wouldn't accept her after finding out about her League of Shadows training but Dick didn't care at all and although Bruce seemed cautious of her at first he quickly warmed up to her and Alfred was just Alfred. Ever so polite and always willing to lend a listening ear when it was needed and some sound advice. Her smile grew wider as she remembered the first time she had called him "Master Alfred". The old butler was so caught off guard that he had stared at her with a flabbergasted expression as Dick laughed his butt off and Bruce openly smirked at Alfred. From then on she had started calling Alfred "Master" all the time, much to his annoyance, but Rourke was sure that deep down Alfred actually enjoyed it since he never actually told her not to call him that with enough conviction.

She felt Dick shift in his sleep behind her and she was brought back to her original question: what was she doing in Dick's room? She had no memories of getting out of bed and coming to Dick. In fact the last thing she remembered was leaving the batcave the previous night. She suddenly became aware of the stiffness in her body, as if she had done a serious work out for three hours straight, and decided that she probably didn't want to remember what happened last night just yet, but she was in her pajamas and she couldn't feel any serious wounds, like a stab wound or broken ribs. That meant she must have got home last night, taken a shower and gone to bed, but that still didn't explain why she couldn't remember coming to Dick's room, or coming home at all for that matter. She felt a slight headache but it wasn't enough to indicate a concussion, besides she had a concussion bad enough to knock her out she would be down in the medical area of the batcave right now and not in Dick's bed.

She took a deep breath and focused on the latest memories; leaving the batcave. She remembered the stakeout, how boring it was. Freeze pulling up and walking in the front door, being ordered to stay back, do not engage. So she snuck in to the building, to get a closer look at what he was doing, good thing too, otherwise that poor security guard she managed to shove out of the way of Freeze's freeze gun just in time would have been a popsicle. She remembered being surprised that she hadn't been turned into a popsicle. She remembered seeing a look on Freeze's face which she did not like and then something hit her from behind and everything went dark. After that her memory became fuzzy, she remembered random flashes. The one thing she remembered with absolute clarity though was the cold. She remembered feeling so cold and shaking so badly that it hurt as she was hung on something by whatever was binding her hands. She remembered not being able to think straight and happily slipping into unconsciousness when it came from her. After that a few more random flashes. Dick's voice, Bruce's voice, warmth that she was sure she imagined, Alfred's voice saying something about Dick and warm, the feeling of strong arms pulling her closer to a warm body and then waking up in Dick's bed.

She shuddered as the memories of the cold assaulted her mind pressed herself deeper into Dick's chest. He immediately tightened his grip on her and she gasped softly, she had thought that he was still asleep.

"Rourke?" he asked, voice still thick with sleep

"Hmmm?" Rourke replied softly

"You cold?"

"Mmm mmm" she said, shaking her head, "Nice and cosy, thanks"

Dick let out a breath, "Good. How you feeling?" he sounded more awake now

"Stiff, kinda tired still, uh my memory's kinda fuzzy but I remember most of what happened. Though I'm still sort of unclear on how I got here."

"Bruce and I found you and got you back. Alfred started warming you up and told me to sleep with you to keep your temperature up."

"Oh." Rourke said before wriggling around until she faced Dick but remained in his arms. He pulled back a little when she did so to examine her face. He let out a breath in relief when he saw that although she was still a little pale some of the colour had returned to her face and her lips were definitely not blue anymore.

"What?" she asked him

"You're not blue anymore."

"I was blue?" she asked incredulously

Dick swallowed as he nodded, "You were so cold, if not for the fact that I could see that you were breathing and feel your pulse I would have thought… You looked…" he trailed off, unable to finish.

Rourke buried her head in his chest, "I'm sorry." She mumbled

"Why?"

"I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, someone snuck up on me from behind. Ugh I was so stupid!" she would have hit her head with her hand if they weren't pressed onto Dick's chest.

"Shhh. We'll talk about that later with Bruce, for now I'm just so glad that you're okay. Rourke if something happened to you, I don't know what I'd do…"

Rourke felt a spark in her stomach but quickly snuffed it out. He means as his sister don't get any weird ideas. Rourke chastised herself as she idly wondered if it was wrong to have a crush on your foster brother. She felt him plant a small kiss on top of her head and the spark sparked again.

"Rourke -" Dick cut himself off and took a deep breath

She pulled away from his chest to look up into his face. She saw something in his eyes, hidden behind the worry which also tried to hide the pain; she could see something else that she couldn't quite place. She wondered if he saw something similar in her eyes.

"I…"

She kept looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say, but instead of saying something again he slowly started closing the small space between their faces and the next thing she knew he was kissing her gently on the lips. She reacted on pure instinct. She kissed him back. She was confused though, this wasn't the usual brotherly kiss she usually received from him, this was something different. She was disappointed when he pulled away after only a few seconds.

"Sorry, I -" he started but she cut him off

"Don't," She said, "What… What did that..?" she was struggling to think in full sentences now.

"I don't know," Dick said as he removed one of his arms from around her to pull his hand through his hair, "I think we should just -"

"Take it a day at a time?" she asked

Dick nodded, "Yeah."

"Okay." She murmured as she pressed her face back into his chest just as a soft knock came on the door before Alfred entered the room

"Good afternoon Master Richard, Miss Rourke." Alfred said as he went over to Dick's window to pull the curtains apart and let the sunlight stream into the room

Rourke turned around and squinted at Alfred in the sunlight as Bruce entered the room

"Morning, Master Alfred." She said

This brought a smile to both Bruce and Alfred's faces and a small chuckle out of Dick. They knew that she was okay and would remain that way as long as she had her family to take care of her.

AN: well ok, that ending definitely sucked. So yeah there you have how Dick and Rourke's relationship started growing into something more… Nightwing in the next instalment! So please tell me what you guys thought! The next time I update this (which won't be very soon since I still have to work it out because I only have a vague idea of what to do, so much thinking is still needed!). Thanks to everyone who reads! And since this came up a lot sooner than I was expecting it to I will only be moving this to the Batman comics section the next time I update which gives you guys plenty of time to get this notice! Please review!

-Coco :)