Jasmine woke up and felt something warm in front of her. Not completely awake, she snuggled closer to it. Then it pulled her closer. Jasmine frowned. It wasn't supposed to move, was it? Then she realized that the warm thing was breathing. She heard the warmth stir, and froze.
Jasmine looked up and saw two bright blue eyes gleaming down at her. Dick.
"Mornin, Jaz." Dick smiled at her. Then she remembered everything that had happened. Jasmine frowned. "You tortured me last night. Not cool," she said sleepily.
Dick put a hand on his chest. "I'm hurt, Jaz. Really. I did not torture you. I simply persuaded you into staying with me for a week." Dick smirked. "Which, by the way, you're gonna have to explain to Bruce."
Jasmine looked at him, shocked. "Me? Why me?"
Dick shrugged. "Because you agreed to staying with me, so you have to tell him."
Jasmine narrowed her eyes at him. "I didn't agree to it! You wouldn't stop tickling me until I said I would! So you backed me up against a wall here!"
Dick smirked and rolled on top of her. He leaned down. "I can do it again, if you don't go tell Bruce."
"Tell me what?" Jasmine and Dick turned around and saw Bruce standing in the open doorway. The two blushed furiously. "Bruce, this isn't what it looks like…"
Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Really? Cause it looks like you're threatening to tickle Jasmine if she doesn't tell me something, and that you did it last night as well."
Jasmine realized that Dick was still on top of her. "For the record, he made me come here, and everything else that has happened since." She glared at the boy in question.
Dick opened his mouth in shock. "Thats not true! You agreed to stay in here! Thats not my fault!"
"You gave me the puppy eyes!"
Dick rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, you still agreed to it!"
"You pinned me to the bed by my wrists and tickled me until I promised I'd stay with you for a week!" Dick's face got redder than a tomato. Both of Bruce's eyebrows went up.
"You pinned her…to the bed…by her wrists?" Bruce asked slowly. Dick gulped then nodded. "Jasmine, may I speak with you for a moment?"
"Sure, if Dick will get off me!" Dick scrambled off Jasmine. "Sorry," he muttered. Bruce and Jasmine walked out of the room and closed the door. Bruce turned and smiled at Jasmine. "Do you want to get back at him?"
Jasmine raised an eyebrow. "You mean like, revenge?" Bruce nodded. "Absolutely!"
Bruce chuckled. "Breakfast is in 30 minutes and Dick has to be in one piece. Those are my only conditions. Have fun." With that, Bruce walked off. Jasmine smiled and reentered Dick's room. Dick was sitting on the bed and looked up at her. "Hey Jasmine, I'm sorry for-"
Jasmine slammed the door shut, walked up to him, and grabbed his shoulders. "Do you have any idea how much trouble we're in?!" she lied. Dick looked down. "I know, and I'm sorry."
Jasmine shook her head. "'sorry' doesn't cut it." She pushed him down roughly on the bed. Dick tried to sit up, but Jasmine grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, straddling his waist. She smirked. "Bruce said I have 30 minutes for payback, so I'm gonna make the most of it."
Dick's face morphed from a look of confusion, to shock, to mischief. "You know I'm stronger than you, right?"
Jasmine paled. "Yea, but I pinned you down. So you can't do anything."
Dick pulled his wrists down to his chest. He grabbed Jasmine's wrists and pried them off his. "Are you sure about that, Jaz?" he whispered, putting their hands on his chest.
Jasmine blushed and looked around uncertainly. "Now that you mention it, not really…"
Dick smirked and flipped them over, gaining control. Jasmine squeaked in surprise. Dick laughed. "You squeaked!"
Jasmine glared at him. Wow, déjà vu. "Richard Grayson, let me up." Dick smiled. "Why should I?"
"Because its time for breakfast." The two looked over and saw Alfred standing in the doorway. "And I would suggest you let Miss Jasmine walk freely."
"But Alfred, she started it!"
"Too bad, you gotta listen to him!" Jasmine stuck her tongue out at Dick victoriously as he looked down at her, and stuck his tongue out at her in return. "Just let me up!"
Dick pouted. "Fine." Dick got off Jasmine, allowing her to get off the bed and straiten her clothes. "I'm going downstairs. You coming?"
Jasmine looked at Dick expectantly. He had a distant look in his eyes. "Dick?"
Dick snapped out of whatever trance he was in and looked at her. "What?"
"I said, 'I'm going downstairs. You coming?'," I repeated. Dick nodded. "Yea, I'll be there in a minute."
Jasmine shrugged and went downstairs. She remembered the route to the table from when Dick was drawing her up to her new room. When Jasmine got there, she sat down and began eating her eggs while Bruce was reading the paper and sipping his coffee. A little while later, Dick came down and began eating as well.
"So…" Jasmine started, trying to break the awkward silence. "Everyone sleep well?"
"I slept pretty well. Though I'm certain you and Dick had a much better night than I did." Bruce smirked. Jasmine and Dick turned beet red. "BRUCE!"
Bruce and Alfred laughed. "Not cool!" Dick exclaimed.
"Oh, but it is, Master Dick. It most certainly is," Alfred replied. Dick slouched in his chair and pouted. Jasmine laughed.
Dick looked up at her. "What?"
Jasmine shook her head, still laughing. "Nothing, its just, do you always pout like that?"
Dick glared her. "I do not pout. I simply frown," he said, sticking his nose up in the air. Jasmine continued laughing. "Thats adorable, really."
Dick opened his eyes wide with his mouth hanging open. "Did you just call me adorable?"
Jasmine felt her face go red. "Not like that!"
Dick smirked. "But you still called me adorable. Do you have a crush on me, Jasmine?"
Jasmine's face went redder than a tomato. "You wish! Dick Grayson can't even find himself a girl!"
Dick shrugged. "I can get one any time. I just haven't found the right girl yet."
Dick stared at Jasmine for a little bit, and she began eating again to avoid any more awkward conversations.
Let me know what you think! Still haven't gotten any reviews, kinda disappointed.
-Silver