Chapter 10

When we got back to the cave, the first thing I did was take off my heels and throw them to the ground. Someone kill me now. Superman was standing by the computer, waiting for my attention that I didn't want to give him. I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, looking up to see Tim gazing down at me expectantly.

His arms were folded and his expression shadowed by his mask which seemed to gleam "talk to him" but I just poked my tongue out at him instead. "I really do just want to chat, Olivia."

Superman's voice made me cringe and I could think of a billion other things I could be doing instead of being in this awkward situation. "No."

Tim reached for my shoulder. "Livvy, just-"

I shrugged his hand off and hissed with a strained voice, "I don't have to talk to anyone I don't want to, Timothy."

With a heavy breath, I began to move towards the stairs, desperately avoiding being responsible in this situation. There was no doubt that if I was forced to talk to the Boy Scout I would say something stupid and do something I regret. I want to mourn my parents in peace… Not to be harassed by a guilty superhero. I barely got to the staircase when a gust of wind whipped my hair around my face and I looked up to see Superman blocking my path. "Let me just explain myself to you, so you don't hate me anymore Miss Hales."

The formality he was using was an indication to the fact that he was becoming irritated with my abrupt disregard for him and with my rising temper, I wanted nothing more to do than make him snap. "Oh, yeah? Make me. Make me listen to you and prove to me that you aren't the perfect hero I was raised to believe. Show me how you can bend a civilian to do whatever you want."

My tone was thick with malice and I turned back down the stairs, obviously not being able to retreat to my room where I desired. I looked to Tim's pitiful face and that's when my eyes began to water. I never wanted sympathy or a pity party. I wanted to be strong for my dead parents and prove that I can be an independent strong woman who could avenge them. But looking at Tim; my beautiful Tim that just wants to help I felt helpless and weak. I really did feel like a girl whose parents were murdered and I think that's because he understands everything I'm going through and he's only trying to support me.

Another movement of wind was behind me and that's when I broke. I spun around and started beating my hands harshly on Superman's chest, trying to empty out all the anger I had towards him but it only seemed to grow. "You're a jerk! A big, fat blue jerk! Why were they not good enough to save?! They were people! They were my parents! No one deserves to die like that! No child deserves to lose their parents like that! Why would you do such a thing?! It was a promise! Superman would always help! He would pick up the breaking pieces and fix everything! But where were you?! I wasn't important enough for your attention! Fuck you! Fuck you and everything you are, you alien bastard!"

Tears were streaming down my face and my hands were throbbing with pain. Of course I did nothing to his Kryptonian chest, and all I'll receive are nasty bruises to remind me of what I just did. I wanted to collapse to the floor and just cry. I haven't cried like this since the funeral and I just need to let it out. My knees quickly gave out but I felt the familiar gloved arms of Red Robin catch me and hold me on my feet. I turned to Tim and buried my face into his chest, heaving with sobs and pain and anger.

His grip was so tight on me, whilst one hand brushed my hair soothingly. I need this; I just need to be held for awhile. I felt Tim's face shift from my hair to look up at Superman and he whispered, "I think you should go, Clark."

"But I didn't even talk to her?"

Tim lightly shook his head. "It's not the right time. She's still healing. Find a way to make it up to her."

"Her parents died, Tim. How could I fix this?"

Tim sighed heavily and kissed my head, which made me cry harder for some reason. "You're Superman, for crying out loud. You'll figure it out."

Without another word, I could tell that Superman had left and my unknowingly tense muscles relaxed in Tim's grasp. My arms slipped from his chest to wrap around his torso, letting him know that I appreciate all he's done for me. I sniffled some more, continuing to cry into his chest and he began to coo at me which I do admit helped slightly.

We stood like that for who knows how long until Tim pulled back to look at me. I knew my make-up was everywhere and I looked like trash but I couldn't care less right now. He let go of me to remove his gloves and throw them to the floor before running his fingers under my eyes to dry my tears. Tim's palms then rested against my cheeks warmly and he leant in to breathe a kiss onto my forehead. He looked at me with a small smile. "What do you want to do, Livvy?"

I was going to respond to him but when I tried to speak, a strangled sound resonate my throat and I had to take a few deep breaths before responding. "I want to hit something, go for a run, cuddle you, throw something, curl under blankets, hide myself… I don't know."

Tim chuckled at me and kissed my forehead once more, then lingered there whilst he encouraged, "Well, what do you want to do first? It's only one in the morning."

I contemplated what I wanted most and then my mouth started to salivate. "I am really craving a milkshake."

He laughed and took my hand, heading up the stairs that were now unblocked. "That sounds like a plan. Go change and meet me out front."

I smiled and Tim walked me right to my bedroom door. I kissed him on the cheek and walked in, leaving him bright red at my actions. Once I closed the doors, I felt a few more tears escape my eyes and then halt altogether, my tantrum finally over. Wiping my eyes, I walked into my ensuite and looked at my reflection. My beautiful ginger hair was beginning to curl after I straightened it and most of my make-up was gone but I used wipes to remove the rest.

It was quite a cold night so I left my hair down for extra warmth. Then I stripped down to my underwear, glad to be rid of the dress and went to my wardrobe where nothing seemed more appealing than jeans and a big black hoodie. Black always made my eyes stand out and almost look fluorescent, which I didn't mind.

After slipping on some comfortable shoes, I grabbed my wallet and left the room eagerly making my way towards Tim and an impending milkshake that seems to be calling to me. When I got outside, Tim was leaning against a red and black motorcycle and I groaned when I looked at it. He looked confused at my expression. I whined, "I hate motorcycles…"

Tim laughed and reached for my hand which I took immediately. He pulled me into him but I couldn't take my eyes off the monstrous machine. "You better get used to it, Livvy. Most of us ride them… Even Steph."

The thought of everyone owning one made it worse… There's no escape! "I still don't like them…"

Tim smirked and climbed on, encouraging me to follow behind. I wrapped my hands tightly around his waist, feeling his rippling muscles under his own blue hoodie. Tim leant back briefly before turning the monster on to whisper, "Maybe I can distract your mind from the bike."

I blushed at his words, they sounded so seductive. My cheeks became even redder as he moved my hands under his hoodie and hidden t-shirt to lay my hands flat on his stomach. Oh wow. His muscles felt even better than they looked and absentmindedly I dragged my fingernails across the skin, feeling him shiver beneath my touch.

My hands were so low that I could feel the line of hair that drifts into his jeans and I slowly realized how attracted I actually am to Tim. I buried my face into his back whilst my hands played and I was just enjoying being with him and snuggling. "Liv…"

My head snapped up at the sound of my name and I looked to see Tim waiting for me to let go so we could get off the bike. Wow, I hadn't even noticed we were moving. I clambered off first; almost face-planting but I caught myself just in time. Tim laughed at my stumble and I flipped him off.

He continued to snicker lightly whilst I approached the diner. It seemed as if it belonged in the 50's with bright colors, centering on a red and white theme. It was cute, and I wonder why it's open so late. Tim came up next to me, finally calm. "I come here sometimes after a rough night. They're specifically opened late night for drunks, couples and other night folk."

I giggled, "Night folk?"

Instead of responding, he laced his fingers with mine and tugged me into the pretty diner. We went and sat down, which honestly felt so good after tonight, and I basically flopped my head onto the table in exhaustion. "Why does everything have to be so difficult, Tim?"

"Because you're life is intertwined with those of the powerful and crazy, my dear." I snickered once more at how he was talking, obviously his way of trying to cheer me up. I admit that it's working.

A woman who seemed to be in her late 50's approached us with a friendly smile but tired eyes. "Hey kids, what can I get you?"

I licked my lips and replied warmly, "I'll have a strawberry milkshake, please."

Tim agreed with my order and she left us with a kind nod of her head. At least the staff are friendly at this time of night. I looked at a clock at the wall. It was nearing 2am and I could feel it, but being away from a bed helped me to stay awake. Tim and I sat in a comfortable silence; he seemed as if he was contemplating saying something. I decided to look around at the other 'night folk' that have trailed in. There were only two other occupied tables in the whole establishment. One was an old man who was munching happily on cheese fries, looking as if he had a long day. The other table had a girl probably a few years older than Tim and I, closer to Jason's age and she had black hair and a lot of tattoos. She was texting on her phone and curled up on her chair, looking drained but annoyed. Her eyes caught mine briefly and I noticed how cold and grey they were. I have a feeling they would be a pretty silver if they weren't so lifeless. After looking at me, she collected her backpack and walked out of the diner and I frowned. She must be having a rough night.

After watching her figure fade into the distance, I was startled by the waitress bringing our milkshakes over. I got really excited when she placed the tall glass in front of me and I hurriedly thanked her before slurping on the milky goodness. I looked up after a few gulps to see Tim slowly sipping through the straw. I started swirling my own straw around and I watched him, confused. "Tim, are you okay."

"I was just thinking…"

I took another gulp before encouraging, "Penny for your thoughts?"

His lips quirked up in a smile before he responded with, "Before the Riddler came into the gala… You were going to say something to me and I can't help but wonder what it was and if it was important."

Oh. I'd completely forgotten about it and now I don't know how to talk about it. I drank the rest of my milkshake whilst thinking about it and maybe I should just talk to him. I mean, it's Tim. He's seen me at my worst. "I had been thinking about what you said about having a chance with me and I just…"

He seemed to perk up at the topic and continued, "You just…?"

I sighed and looked down to my tangled fingers and then I chickened out. God, I'm such a sook. I shook my head and got up from my spot. "Let's just go home…"

Tim looked really disappointed but followed me out the door anyway. We didn't breathe another word to each other on the way home even though I clung to his chest with a ferocity I only got from motorcycles. I also noticed how sore my fists were from fighting Superman earlier. Well, it wasn't really a fight as it was a temper tantrum. When we got back to the mansion, I felt downright guilty.

Poor Tim, he just wants a chance and whilst walking through the halls with him at my side I realized just how much I want to give him that chance. And I noticed just how attracted I am to him, gosh it's making me flush and warm already. I looked up at him whilst we walked, his gorgeous complexion basically screaming at me and by the time I pried my eyes from his smooth skin, we were approaching my door and I was well and truly hot and bothered just from thinking about him.

We stopped by my door and Tim turned to face me, but before he could even breathe a word to me, I let my instinct kick in. My palm reached around and gripped his neck, feeling the silky black hair under my fingertips as I pulled his face to my own, sealing our mouths in a burning kiss. Oh god, I should have done this sooner. His mouth was so warm and soft and I could feel my body responding to him. It took him a second because of his surprise, but he responded within seconds, pressing his mouth harder to my own and moving his body closer to mine so one of his hands could tangle in my hair. I could have suffocated under his kiss and I wouldn't have cared. But alas, air was needed and I pulled away for a millisecond, only to grab his shirt and pulled his body flat against my own. His muscles rippled under his hoodie and my fingers slipped under his clothing to feel the soft, heated skin that I ached for. One of his arms was braced against the door, considering we were pressed against it and it was hot to be trapped between him and a solid object.

Tim's breathing became heavier and our kisses were demanding and it felt so good. We were a mess of heavy breathing and hot air when he finally spoke in a sexy husky voice I didn't know Tim could do. "You should really be going to bed, Olivia."

I breathed out after another kiss, "Only if you'll join me, Timothy."

He basically growled at my response, which made my breath hitch. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes," I replied instantly, looking into his captivating blue eyes. His pupils flickered to my mouth before capturing my lips with his once more and our tongues were dancing with each other, feeling everything. Tim's hands shifted to under my thighs and he lifted me off the ground so that my legs were wrapped firmly around his waist. I held onto him by his neck and his mouth shifted to the skin of my collarbone and I whimpered at the feeling. I heard him open the door and walk us through, his teeth and tongue still playing with my jaw and neck until he finally rested me on the bed with him on top of me. His mouth returned to my own for a few minutes, our passion never ceasing until he leant back to look at me.

"You really should be getting sleep, Olivia." It was then that my eyes began to droop and I felt the weight of exhaustion wash over me.

"Will you stay with me?" Tim leant in and kissed me once more, then went to lie beside me, cuddling my body to his.

"As long as you want me to, beautiful." This made me grin and snuggle into Tim more but he shifted to remove his shirt before I fell into a deep sleep, not having time to contemplate the events of the night, where this is going and how god damn good Tim looks shirtless and with mussed-up hair.

I am so sorry this took so long to update. I'll give you a low down of what's been going on. I graduated high school, went to Schoolies (which didn't end well) and I've moved to Brisbane from the Whitsundays. Then I started work, got settled in and by then it was Christmas. I'm sorry it's taken so long, please still love me! Xxxxxxx

Also, I hope you enjoyed having a little bit of Pre-Show No Resistance Havana at the diner! Please tell me what you think; I was so disappointed with the lack of response after the Mercy appearance. Guys, I LOVE FEEDBACK! GOOD OR BAD!

I hope you all had a Merry Christmas, and have a good New Years!

Jordan (the real Jordan) and I have also decided that Jordan Crane has a theme song and it's Toxic by A Static Lullaby. It's a cover of the Britney version and it's so good! SO check it out!

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