Catgirl Chapter 10- Salamanders, a young justice fanfic

Wow, tenth chapter! Thanks to all my awesome reviewers, and my amazing beta reader, Batsysgirlforlife! I only own my OC, Catgirl/Anwen.

Salamanders was an uptown place, decent food at decent prices. And you were less likely to get mugged when you left. Dick was waiting for me when I arrived, leaning against the wall. He was wearing black jeans, a dark blue t-shirt, a black leather jacket and his signature smirk.

"Hi," I stopped about a meter away from him, but he just walked past me and opened the door with a flourish.
"M'lady," he grinned, standing aside as he held to door open so I could walk past.
"Kind sir," I mimicked a curtsy, and we both burst out laughing, sliding into a booth. I raised a menu, and handed another to the blue eyed boy sitting across from me. We ordered quickly, before lounging back into the soft black seats of the booth. Salamanders is a black and white bar, black seats, black floor, black counter, door and windows. The rest is white, but scrubbed so hard you could check your reflection in it if you wanted.
"So, what are you doing for your birthday?" Dick asked, watching me with curious eyes.
"Maybe you, Barbra and Artemis could come over? Just sit around and eat cake," I gestured carelessly with my hands, shrugging. A waitress brought over our drinks, smiling at Dick but glaring at me. Probably trying to get to Bruce, if it was Dick she was going for I'd be feeling kind of ill right now.
"Cake is always a good plan, shall I ask Alfred to bake it?" He chuckled at my reaction.
"Yes yes yes!" I practically squealed, hugging him across the table. He blushed, but hugged me back. I pulled back, and took a sip of my Pepsi as I turned multiple shades of red. We slipped into an awkward silence until the waitress came back with our food, when Dick spoke up.
"What's that necklace you're wearing?" He asked, pointing to the golden cat with green eyes I wore around my neck. I reached up to it, subconsciously rubbing it between my finger an thumb.
"It was my mothers, and her mother's before her, and then my grandmother's mother as well. It goes back generations, given to the oldest daughter. So, I suppose it reminds me of my family," I slipped the necklace down my top so it was no longer visible.
"I know," he sighed, "at least you have something, you know, from your parents, grandparents," he looked back up at me, eyes large and understanding. I smiled slightly at him, and we finished out meals in silence, this time comfortable. The waitress came over and we asked for the bill.
"I'll pay," Dick said, already pulling out his wallet.
"No, I'll pay my share," I shook my head stubbornly.
"Think of it as an early birthday treat," he grinned, handing the waitress a couple of bills while I huffed. We left Salamanders, turning left and walking towards the flat I lived in with Selina.
"So how's life?" I asked, as I looked over at him.
"Extracurricular or normal?" He replied, a smirk once again residing on his face.
"Either," I laughed.
"Asterous. What about you, planning anything?" I rolled my eyes at his word play.
"Yeah, Selina and I were planning on going to the Wayne charity fundraiser just after my birthday, and demand cake," I grinned.
"Really?" He asked, shocked.
"Well, except for demanding cake. You know something? I'm in the mood for cake..." I glanced around for a place that would sell cake.
"Must be all this talking about it. And that place sells amazing cake," he pointed to a quaint corner store, looking like it was family owned and fairly rugged.
"Lets head over," I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the store.
"Hello, and what can I do for you two?" Asked the elderly lady behind the counter as we entered the shop.
"Hi, we were wondering if you had any cake?" I asked, letting my accent filter in just a little. I had discovered that a lot of people were suckers for my accent.
"Of course," the woman turned around and pulled a large chocolate cake from a shelf.
"Does this suit you?" The woman smiled. I was slightly disconcerted, rarely was anyone this nice in Gotham.
"Yes, thank you," I paid for the cake, and Dick and I walked out of the small store.
"Well, she was nice," I commented, not really sure what to say.
"Awww, stay traught, you look frazzled she was nice and not out to rob us," he chuckled, throwing an arm round my waist.
"Want to go back to my place and eat cake?" I asked him, putting my own arm round his waist.
"Always a good idea," he nodded enthusiastically, and we walked the last 10 minutes back to my flat.

"You two have fun?" Selina asked us as soon as we were through the door.
"Yeah, we brought back cake," I raised the bag containing said chocolate cake. Isis walked over and sniffed the bag inquisitively, meowed, and walked back to her spot on the sofa where she curled up for a nap.
We cut the cake, and took a slice each.
"Almost as good as Alfreds," Selina nodded with my statement. We washed up quickly, and Dick and I disappeared into my room.
"Cool room," he looked around as we walked in.
"Thanks," I dumped my bag on my dresser, and flopped onto my bed, as he mimicked my actions.
"What do you want to do?" I ask him, drawing patterns in my minds eye on the ceiling.
"Hmmm," he sat up and walked over to my CD player, and turned it on. For Those Who Wait by Fireflight came blasting out the speakers, and I started singing along.

This is for those who wait!

Another day, another waiting game
A little different but it's still the same
I am here, but where's the one I'm longing for?
I'm having trouble feeling all alone
Will my heart ever find a home?
I want to hope but sometimes I just don't know
I know I'm not the only one

By this point Dick and I were dancing around my room, both singing along.

So we sing a lullaby to the lonely hearts tonight
Let it set your heart on fire, let it set you free
When you're fighting to believe
In a love that you can't see
Just know there is a purpose
For those who wait

I want to open up my eyes
I know that all I need is time
I'm growing stronger every single day
God, I'm going to lean into You now
Letting go of all my fear and doubt
I can't do this on my own so I'll give You control
I know I'm not the only one

Dick and I spun round the room, dodging neatly round furniture.

The pressure makes us stronger
The struggle makes us hunger
The hard lessons make the difference
The pressure makes us stronger
The struggle makes us hunger
The hard lessons make the difference
And the difference makes it worth it

I tripped over my own two feet, falling backwards onto the floor, dragging Dick behind me. We landed with a thump, smacking my head against the floor as Dick fell on top of me. I opened my eyes, and saw his bright blue ones staring back at me. He leant forward slightly, and I wasn't too sure I really wanted to pull away.
"Dick?" Selina called through the door. We froze, not daring to move in case she heard us.
"Bank heist 3 blocks from here, I suggest you get going," she continued. Dick stood, then put out a hand to help me up. I took it, and waved goodbye as he walked out the front door.