Chapter Eight

I woke to my alarm clock blaring. I cracked open an eye and stared at the time groggily. Eight o'clock. Why did I set the time so early again? Oh, shit! My date. I bolted up and ran through my shower. I was leaving with Nightwing in thirty minutes!

I finished my cold shower and my morning routine in ten minutes. I pulled on my clothes as I stuffed my feet into my black converses. I jerked a comb through my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail with side-bangs. I dabbed a bit of lip gloss on my lips and applied foundation and maschera before dashing to the door as someone - Nightwing most likely - knocked on it.

With out a second to spare eight thirty flashed on my alarm clock. I opened the door after a quick breath. Nightwing stood on the other side of the door in blue jeans, converses, and a white v-neck tee-shirt. He had his shades on as well. No secret identity revealed, yet. He had his hands in his pockets and a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"Change of plans, we're not going to the amusement park." I frowned.

"What?" he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the Zeta-tubes, "Ni-" I stared

"No! It's...Rick out here!" he was lying about the name by the way he hesitated. I cocked a brow.

"Well, Rick, where are we going now that you've changed your mind." I said scowling.

"On a picnic, then a stroll through the park, then a movie and dinner." he replied grinning cheekily. I scowled and glared at him, crossing my arms.

"You are such a dick, you know that right?" I told him and he smirk and wagged his brows.

"You have no idea." I frowned but shrugged it off. He led me to a parked black motorcycle, "Helmet, malady?" I rolled my eyes and buckled the helmet on. He kicked the kickstand up and revved the engine. We sped down several intersections, a highway, and then the rest of the hour-long ride was on dirt roads outside of Gotham. He finally stopped at the end of a very small dirt road. I cocked my brow as he put the kickstand down and shut off the bike. I got off and left my helmet with the bike as he gestured for me to follow him.

We hiked maybe two miles through grassy slopes and little foot-paths before we went through a forest. We finally came upon a small clearing. In the center was a little wooden picnic bench with a lunch set out already. I looked over at Nightwing.

"You really weren't kidding about this, were you?" I said before sitting down. He grinned and handed me a wrapped sandwich and poured a cup of lemonade.

"No, I wasn't." he said as he sat down across from me with his own food and drink.

"So, why the change of plans?" I asked after finishing my sandwich and an apple.

"I thought this would be better, you know, a new start on some things. You changed a leaf, so I thought that instead of doing the same old thing like going to World's of Fun we'd do this instead." he explained. I rolled my eyes, he was probably on a first name basis at the amusement park.

"I don't care if you take me on the same date as millions of other girls, Rick, just as long as you don't treat me like other girls. I already know you're a player, dick-head." I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "But, it is sweet of you to be so thoughtful. And here I was thinking you were a pea-brain."

"Hey, you know as well as I do that I am a certified, sexy, genius." He smiled. We laughed and talked a bit more before Rick pulled out a small plate of chocolate chip cookies, "I know you'll like them, they're Al... nevermind." I frowned as he unwrapped the paper plate and stuffed half a cookie in his mouth. I fiddled with the edge of my jean shorts. I felt a slow blush begin to creep up my face, "Hey, take one, don't worry, I won't tell anyone you had sugar."

"...I...I'm allergic to chocolate." I mumbled as my blush deepened. It was probably the most embarrassing thing about my anatomy. When I was two I had been allowed to have a chocolate bar. I had scarfed down the delicious milk chocolate greedily. An hour later, I was on my death bed as EMP were cutting an incision in my neck for a breathing tube to be inserted. I love chocolate. But it was torture because I can't afford the meds to control the allergy. So, no chocolate for this girl.

"What?"Nightwing sounded utterly befuddled. He put the rim of his cup to his mouth and finished the last of his lemonade.

"I can't have chocolate because I'll die. I can't afford the meds to control the allergy to where I could eat small amounts of chocolate." I explained. Rick put down the half-eaten cookie and turned to me.

"I'm so sorry for eating this delicious delicacy in front of you, you poor, unfortunate soul." He said slightly teasingly as he placed a hand on my shoulder in mock sympathy.

"You are more than a dick, you are a certified bastard." I glared at him as I stormed off down the path, "Take me back to Mount Justice, Rick, or maybe I should just call you Dick from now on. This was an awful idea." I called back to him.

"Wait, wait JoJo! I'm sorry, really, I am." he said as he jogged to catch up. He gripped my forearm and halted me. He turned me forcefully to look at him. I glared at him, "I'm sorry, please." I looked away from him. He sighed and gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him again. He pressed his lips to mine. I was shocked and frankly, quite pissed at the kiss. But, I soon found myself kissing back.

My fingers entangled in his black hair as his hands fell to my hips. He pressed me against a tree as his tongue skimmed over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth willingly as our tongues fought for dominance. He tasted like honey and lemons. Probably because he had drained a cup of lemonade after his cookie.

He pulled back hesitantly and rest his forehead against mine. We panted from lack of oxygen. He pecked my lips again. I kissed him a third time. He smiled, his bright blue eyes stared into mine. Such a bright blue... My eyes widened the same time his did. Dick-head had lost his glasses in our little make-out session.

"Oh my god!" I shouted as I averted my gaze. I knew Nightwing had wanted to keep his identity secret, and I had wanted to respect that silent request because, secretly, I want this relationship to actually work out, unlike all of my previous relationships.

"Shit! I can't find them." Nightwing growled as he fumbled around the ground for his sunglasses.

"What do you mean you can't find them! You were just wear-" I stopped mid-sentence when I stepped back slightly when we both heard the crunch of the lenses breaking, "...I'm so sorry, Rick, please tell me you have spares on you."

"No, it's fine. You can look, JoJo, you are the first super hero that I've dated that hasn't pried into my identity. Even if it has been three days and one date. I trust you enough to know you won't tell." I was in totally shock is the understatement of the century. The Nightwing just said I could know his secret identity. I hesitated before I looked into Rick's eyes.

Or should I say Dick Grayson. We stared into each other's eyes. His were blank.

"Why do you trust me? You don't even tell your team who you are. So, why me? I'm just another girl, am I not?" I whispered. I was scared of the answer. Yes, I want to have a relationship with Nightwing, but I don't know if I can commit to Dick Grayson. Billionaire Playboy.

"Wally and Roy know who I am. Why not you?" he replied.

"B-because you said it yourself! I'm still a criminal. I have done nothing to show that I've changed one bit." I argued. He smiled, pure happiness in his glowing blue eyes that I loved so much.

"Because, you've proven to me that you are a trust-worthy companion. Even if things don't work out for us. I know I can trust you not to tell." he said before he kissed me once more. To say that I was happy, just trumped the understatement of the millenium.

Sooooooo...Reviews ladies and Germs! And Boys too, I guess... Please, tell me what you think! The rest of the date will be revealled next time on...The Unlucky One! XD I always wanted to do that!