Chapter 10

Bright light poured into the bathroom, and I hissed as if I were nocturnal. I buried my face deep into Dick's chest to avoid the harsh glow and I felt him stir under my touch. His chest was warm which is good because from the look of outside, the temperature was quite low.

I craned my neck gently to see Dick's peaceful face, his lips parted and breathing in softly, strands of hair matting his face. I shifted slightly, not wanting my body to go back to sleep and I slightly shivered as our naked bodices grazed each other.

The need to relieve myself in the bathroom came over me and I groaned in irritation. My voice disturbed Dick and he woke up, head looking around to see what made the strange noise. Finally he looked down to me and smiled in remembrance. His hands tightened around me, smiling gently as he leant down to press a lingering kiss on my still swollen lips.

Dick noticed my frustrated expression and frowned. "What's wrong, love?"

"I have to pee." His mouth formed a small 'o' in understanding and he untangled his body from mine, letting me get up. My legs were like jelly, but I didn't let it show as I padded over to the bathroom, aware of Dick's eyes on my naked body.

While in there, I could hear muffled voices from the room. Seeing as how I was still in the nude, I sat on the toilet lid, trying to understand what was happening outside. The door was too thick but I did catch a loud thud and a bellow of a laugh.

Dick opened the door a moment after and I stared at him expressionless waiting for him to say something. He looked at the large shower/bath and smirked. "Care to bathe, Charlotte?"

I looked him up and down, trying not to stare at his groin and nodded, biting my lip. I got up and he walked over to me, brushing his fingers across my chin and whispering with a husky voice. "Don't bite your lip. It does things to me."

I was stunned at how sexy he sounded. After last night, I didn't think he could be any more attractive. Gently, I leant up to kiss him and he pressed down firm onto me, his arms drifting around my waist. His lips were slightly chapped from a lack of moisture and I broke away, suddenly desperate for the shower.

The taps were simple, and I climbed in as the hot water began to pour out, scolding and lovely. I stepped under, Dick watching me with admiration and my white skin turned pink from the amount of heat in the water. The pain relaxed me and I sighed, running my fingers through my hair that desperately needed a wash.

Shortly after I was soaked, I could sense Dick entering the water as well, hands drifting up and down my sides. His chuckle interrupted my thoughts of his calloused hands and I turned to look at him. "You're bright pink, Charlotte."

I moved my hands up his chest, analyzing his dripping chest. Dick wasn't tan per say but he was darker than me and his skin was also affected by the water. His eyes were roaming my face and his mop was clinging down to his scalp, sticking to his forehead and eyebrows.

I touched my hair again and hissed, looking for some shampoo and conditioner. Dick noticed what I was looking for and produced the bottles in his palms. I went to go for them but he shook his head and held them back. I raised my eyebrows. "You want to wash my hair?"

I was smiling; a habit that only arises around Dick Grayson. He nodded, blushing and I turned around. He washed my hair, his long fingers delicately massaging my scalp and running through my long blonde hair. We got out and he handed me a fluffy white towel that I wrapped firmly around my body.

Both of us unwillingly dressed, unable to ignore our stomachs which were growling ferociously. I brought with me a small black shirt and purple tights with obviously underwear, but Dick insisted that I wear one of his shirts. I shrugged, not seeing the harm and slipped on one of his white V-necks that hung past my hips and I rolled the short sleeves up to my shoulders.

We walked to the kitchen together, still not seeing any signs of life until we actually entered the room. At the large table sat Damien Wayne next to a girl I do not know. Dick pulled a chair out and motioned me to sit down, always the gentleman and I complied, keen for some breakfast.

He sat next to me, Alfred walking out with two steaming piles of fried eggs, bacon and toast. My mouth watered and I dug in straight away, without even a thank you. The kitchen-dining room door opened and in sauntered Jason, smirking like he had just been laughing like a kookaburra. Dick scowled at the boy who had begun to chuckle again after looking at the two of us. "I thought I told you to piss off this morning, Jason."

Jason must've been the one talking to Dick earlier in his bedroom. He saw Dick naked. Well, isn't this awkward. The snarky boy winked at me before opening a cabinet in the kitchen. "I'm just trying to find some painkillers for Roy. He doesn't want me to tell you guys what happened."

I rolled my eyes briefly, not caring and returned to my meal, happily enjoying it until a loud crash interrupted my peace. The boy, who I assumed was Roy, had literally fallen through the door in a heap on the floor. Dick's friends and family was a strange bunch and I'm still unsure how I felt about it. I looked down the table to Damien and the blonde girl whom was keeling over in laughter at Roy. Damien was staring at me with a calculating, disapproving expression and I shot mental daggers at him, an icy chill flooding the room. He quirked his eyebrow, similar to the way Dick does but not nearly as cute, and sneered at me before returning to his meal.

I followed suit, cleaning up my plate of food while the two hooligans in the kitchen too their medicine and left. The girl and Damien also going. Alfred came and collected my plate, and it took a moment for me to realize that he was trying to catch my attention. I looked up, furrowing my brow. "I apologize Miss Charlotte, I'm not sure why everyone chose to come here this morning. It's been a busy morning; we weren't expecting Master Jason, Roy or even Miss Stephanie."

I nodded, not too sure how to respond and was grateful when Dick got up and took my hand. We went back into his room and he turned on his stereo so there wasn't any silence in the room. I sat on his bed, watching his muscles ripple as he moved and I couldn't help but get back up and move so I was standing directly behind him. When Dick stood up and turned around, I took him by surprise by hooking my finger into the waistband of his jeans and tugged him closer so I could reach his sweet mouth.

This kiss was not like our others last night. This kiss was full of emotion and simply took my breath away. Compared to the previous night, this was sweet and smooth and I had time to reflect on how warm and soft his mouth was against mine; how our lips were molded together and moved in perfect synchronization leaving Goosebumps all over my skin. My palms were flat against his chest; just resting there as well as his hands was on my slightly accentuated hips.

He broke the kiss at the change of song. Dick stood back and began to dance like the whitest boy on the planet. The song was Rock Me by One Direction. I may have been locked in a funhouse for eighteen years but I know who the most famous band in the world is. "You're a One Direction fan?"

I couldn't keep the surprise out of my voice and I couldn't help the giggle as Dick took my hand and spun me around singing, "I want you to rock me, rock me, rock me…"

He pulled me against him like we were about to begin the waltz and he spun us around, trying to be in time with the awesome song but failing miserably. I still couldn't get over the fact that Dick was a closet Directioner and I laughed out loud, partly at my thoughts but mostly because I was having fun twirling around in his arms just for fun. No grinding, no sexual touching… Just moving.

When the song ended I looked up at the clock that signaled it was 10:30am. I sighed, knowing that my parents will want me home soon. I looked back up to Dick who was watching me expectantly. "I have to go. My parents will be wondering where I am."

I know it's early, but I told Harley that I would be home before midday. Dick's face dropped and I chastely kissed his cheek before retrieving my things. I looked at the hem of his shirt and bit my lip because it's so damn comfy that I don't want to give it back. He noticed my apprehension and took my hand, playing with my fingers. "You keep it. Looks better on you anyway."

I snickered. "I beg to differ, Mr. Wash-board-abs."

He grinned and I shrugged my back pack over my shoulder. Using a stray hair tie on my wrist, I loosely flung my now dry hair into a high ponytail and pulled my shoes on, ready to go home. On the way to the front door, we heard a man and a woman talking.

Dick looked confused as we rounded the corner and there stood Bruce Wayne with Selina Kyle… Catwoman and my non-biological Aunt.

You see, Catwoman and my mother have a very love-hate relationship with as currently in the hate stage. I haven't spoken to Selina in a couple of months and even then it was not on a positive term. Cussing was passed between us because I didn't like the way she treated my mother and fraternized with superheroes, effectively ceasing our surrogate Aunt/Niece relationship we were trying to hold on to. Although I hadn't called her Auntie since I was about fifteen, it wasn't made official under we almost beat each other to death.

I was trained a lot by Selina in my childhood, developing a lot of my agile ability from her so it was hard to claim her as a traitor to our family. My father also does not like the feline fatale, although I'm positive that his reasons differ from mine seeing as how he does not share my love for Harley. Dick noticed my muscles tense and his head flicked back and forth between the two women before him, making his locks swish around his pretty skull.

Selina noticed me shortly after, her emerald eyes widening in disbelief as she took in my appearance. I half regretted wearing Dick's shirt because it was obviously male, but I didn't let her see that. Instead, I glared at her with all the hatred I could muster. Her hand reached out softly towards me and I became as frozen as a statue, even holding my breath and I didn't dare to take my eyes off of her every move. "Charlotte?"

Bruce and Dick both looked shocked as their heads both whipped in my direction. I stared expressionlessly, not giving anything away. "Hello, Selina."

"What are you doing here? Does your mother know where you are?" I clenched my jaw at the mention of my mother, my fingers twitching at the ache I had to hit her. But I can't, because of Dick.

I seethed at her through gritted teeth. "My mother is none of your business and neither am I. You do remember that conversation we had a few months ago, right? You are nothing to my family and me any longer."

Hurt lingered in her eyes, but only momentarily because this woman knew how to control her emotions as good as me, but it was impossible to miss the anger in her eyes. Her cropped black hair was dangling in her eyes, neither of us making a move. Bruce cleared his throat and I still didn't make any form of movement. "How do you two know each other?"

I half-smiled sadistically. "We were family."

Without another word, I walked straight past Bruce and Selina, not looking at anything, just bee-lining for the door, still clutching Dick's hand until fresh air hit my face and I could relax. "Are you okay?"

I hadn't realized my eyes were closed until I opened them and found Dick staring at me from a step below with concern riddled into his features. I nodded, not wanting to elaborate and he pulled me in for a lingering kiss, which calmed my nerves effectively.

"Goodbye Dick, thank you for last night." He smiled softly at me and scooped me up for a hug where he spun me around before setting me back on my feet.

"Goodbye Charlotte." I walked away immediately and as soon as I was out of sight of the mansion, I began to run, using my enhanced speed to run until Gotham City came into view. Making a last minute decision, I slipped on my mask that was kept in a secret compartment in my bag and heaved myself onto the building closest to me.

I leapt from rooftop to rooftop, eventually coming to the funhouse and slipping through my bedroom window. Dumping my back, I walked out and called out to my mother. Harley ran into the main hall with a grin plastered on her face and bear-hugged me. "Charlotte, you're back!"

My mother's enthusiasm was contagious and I was nicely wrapped up in her embrace for a few minutes before she let go. I looked around, not seeing my father anywhere. "Where's Dad at?"

Harley's brow creased in deep thought and smoothed out a few seconds later. "He went for one of his business meetings. In fact, he should be back any min-"

"Oh Harley! I'm home! Is Charlotte back yet?!" She was interrupted by my father who burst into the room, followed by a few high-ranked henchmen and spotted me shortly after his statement. "Oh, Sweet Pea! You're back! How was the night?"

I smiled his on smile back at him. "Full of ignorant people who I could've slaughtered like sheep."

He pretended to ruffle my tied up hair. "That's my girl!"

We laughed together, a special bonding moment that we would always share, but I little giggle fit was interrupted by Selina storming into the funhouse, red with fury. "Do you have any idea where your stupid daughter has been all night?!"

"Selina! I haven't seen you in forever!" My mother loved everyone, no matter how they felt about her. She tried to hug Catwoman but the raven-haired feline stepped out of the way, causing my mother to fall on her face.

My own anger boiled and I stepped towards her. "What fucking right do you have to come in here and bitch to my parents about where I have been? Do you really think that if they didn't know where I was, they would let me go?"

She bared her teeth at me and by now, we were up in each other's faces, almost physically hissing at each other and my mother cowered beside us, afraid of the outcome. "Do your ignorant parents know that their little villain has been a slut all night with a rich boy?!"

I went to launch at her, but henchmen had gripped me, holding me back from mauling the stupid woman in front of me. I was kicking and screaming insults at her, and I could get away if I wished, but deep down, I knew violence in this situation would lead nowhere.

Harley stood up, not approaching Selina but trying to keep her calm. "We knew that Charlotte stayed at a boy's house last night and went to a party. We didn't ask who because we trust her, no matter how long it took to convince Puddin', and it's her story to tell, not yours."

It was the first time my mother has back-chatted Selina and I felt a smug pride wash over me that she has finally recognized Catwoman for the bitch she really is. I was Joker-grinning now, staying in the firm grip of our employees while my parents told off the dumb slut. My father walked up to her with a scary smile. "I suggest you get out of my home before I set Charlotte on you, you intolerable hairball."

She stormed out with all of hell's fury and I was finally let go. Anger still flared within me so I decided to go for a workout, to punch out all memories of Catwoman and to also reminisce the memories of the night previous with the delicious Richard Grayson.

Third Person

Bruce sat in the Batcave, researching on the main computer with his hood down and his fingers tapping his chin. Nightwing has been in his room all day listening to soft romantic songs and One Direction, obviously swooning over Charlotte. He was happy for his adopted acrobat, because Dick hasn't been this happy since he was going out with the alien, Starfire. Even now though, he seems happier, with a blonde girl surprisingly and Bruce would be damned if he got in the way of that.

His train of thought was interrupted by a crashing sound and he turned to see Catwoman in full costume, kicking parts of his hideout, obviously upset about something. He watched her curiously, until she finally noticed him there and head straight over in a huff. "How can you let Dick be with a girl so vile?"

Bruce's brow furrowed. "Charlotte? What's wrong with her?"

The girl seemed sweet enough and surely someone who can make Dick that happy couldn't be that bad. Selina was on the verge of growling and clawing Bruce's eyes out, but he knew that he could stop her just as quick. "You don't know anything about her Bruce. She's bad news."

He brushed her off, turning back to his computer and continuing his search on the new villain, Mercy. Selina stepped into his view and widely gestures to the screen. "Do you not see the resemblance Bruce?! Mercy is Charlotte! Do I have to spell it out?! She's the daughter of the Joker and Harley Quinn!"

Batman's eyes rounded in realization, seeing what was so obvious in front of him. The signature grin, copying the Joker's and probably why she never properly smiled at the Manor, the hair and the eyes. How could he have not seen it before? World's Greatest Detective? More like World's Biggest Moron. "You have to keep her away from Dick, Bruce. She's evil."

He shook his head. "Dick isn't stupid. He needs to figure it out on his own. Besides, you were a criminal. Still can be on unfortunate occasion. Why can't the same thing happen to her that happened to you?"

Selina sneered at Bruce before turning on her hell and walking away. Before she left the cave and into the night air, she called back to Bruce. "You never saw the environment she grew up in Bruce. I taught her how to be a killer."

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