"Will?!" Dick's frantic voice echoed a thousand times in my head, drowning out the sound of his cursing as he tried to turn the locked doorknob, then resorted to knocking the door open. I didn't move to help him, I didn't move at all, even after he did get the door open. "Will!" I turned my face away from him, vainly hiding my tears. (As if the desprate sobs weren't enough of a clue already.)
Dick's hand wrapped around mine, the one still gripping Rote Rabe, and pried it open, throwing the knife out of my reach. "Don't..." I finally managed to choke out. "You'll get blood on you." I explained, meeting his eyes. His face was worried, for the most part, and sad. I unfolded my arm to show him, shamefully, the fresh cut that was still bleeding. I couldn't even find the dignity to look him in the eye. There was a long silence before either of us spoke.
"... Come here." he whispered and pulled me up so that we were both standing. I idly noticed that he was a few inches shorter than me, about the same height as Raven, as my gasps and sobs died down. Dick had a wet wash cloth in his hand and a bottle of iodine in the other, both of which he had found behind one of the mirrors. I gave a questioning glance to the brown liquid. I didn't often use antiseptic on my cuts, and even if I did, I'd never use iodine. It burns like hellfire, I don't care if it is powerful. I winced as he wiped the blood away with the wash cloth, and tried to pull away when he poured the harsh cleansing solution onto a new cloth, but he had one hand in a bruising vice around my wrist.
"Um, shouldn't you dilute it fir- Aah!" I yelped, burying my face in Dick's shoulder as he blotted the cut with the vile solution. "You did that on purpose." I hissed.
"Perhaps if you stopped cutting, I could use something nicer." Dick replied calmly. I gave a weak grimace to the space between Dick's neck and shoulder, but then whimpered as another wave of stinging pain spiked up my arm. "... I don't like to hurt you." Dick whispered as he gingerly wrapped my arm in pristine white gauze. The pain in his voice gripped my heart, and I slowly raised my head so that we were looking directly at each other, the tips of our noses no more than three inches apart.
"I don't like to hurt you either." I breathed back, and with that I closed the space between us, roughly pressing my mouth to his. It took me by surprise that the teen responded so quickly, forcing his fit, muscular body to mold to mine and pressing me against the sink counter. However, with neither of us truly expecting the kiss, we quickly found ourselves lacking air, forcing our mouths apart to take in the precious oxygen. Dick's face was heavily blushed with red while I prided myself in the fact that my cheeks only carried a dusting of pink. One of my hands had found a place buried deep in Dick's black hair, and yes, it was as soft as it looked, with the other hand looped around to his shoulder blade. Both of Dick's hands were pressed against my chest. I smirked down at him, taking in his heavy breaths. "Ready?"
"Wha-?!" I cut him off as I stepped forward, forcing him to step backwards, knocking Dick back against the wall. I gently pushed my body closer, closing in, and kissed him slowly. I moved the hand that I had on his back leisurely down his side, eliciting a delightful little moan, to hook two fingers in his side belt loop. Dick feverously moved his tongue against mine, completely lost in the whole affair, his hands sliding up my shirt just to get contact with more skin. His lips started to travel down to my neck when-
Beep beep bo beep bo beep, came my now least favorite noise from somewhere near us. Dick groaned, drawing away from me, and taking a sleek, black pager from his pocket. As soon as he saw the message, Dick dropped his hands from the inside of my shirt. I stepped back, my expression schooled. "I-"
"-have to go." I finished for him. Dick looked up at me, almost embarrassed.
"Will you be here when I come back?" he asked.
"If you want me to." I shrugged, looking away to gaze at the neat bandages on my forearm. "But come back unharmed for me, okay?"
Dick nodded, but I knew it was a promise he could never keep, and my insides tightened as I watched his back retreat from the bathroom, fearing the worst.
"Raven, please..." I whispered to the room, empty again. Please don't hurt him. (Please come home.)