So this was another one of those 'other day' posts, I wanted to make sure I got the character of Dick right but I'm not sure if I completely got it :/. Let me know in the comments what you thought! I still own nothing but the own goodness in my head.
The chill of the night air caused Bruce to shudder. Even if her new suit, courtesy of Mr. Fox, the night air was nipping at her. The vigilante was currently couched atop one of the taller buildings. She looked down at her beloved city with a smile, she didn't care that it wasn't perfect because it was hers. She grew up in this city and she would die in it as well. Bruce tweaked the hearing in the cowl, it had been a month now (since her "transformation" incident) and she felt it was ready to start patrolling again. Clark had warned her that it was too dangerous but she politely told him to piss off. A smile touched her lips as she thought of the soft kiss she had planted on him before she left. Clark was worrying too much; she could take care of herself. Besides, this was her city; it was her duty to protect it.
"Please… I have a family!" The cowl picked up a desperate voice.
"You say it like I care, HAHAHA!" Bruce would know that laugh anywhere.
She quickly homed in on where the voices were coming from, a couple blocks away. Bruce hurled herself off of the roof, the wind whipped past her as she continued her descend down. With a charge of electricity her cape turned into a glider and she glided the rest of the way. The vigilante landed on another rooftop, directly over the alleyway that the conversation was coming from. Batwoman peered over the edge of the building and confirmed her suspicions; a man was being held at knife-point by the Joker. Batwoman dropped silently into the shadows behind Joker and stalked forward.
"Batsy!" Joker grabbed his hostage and held the blade to the man's throat before turning to meet Batwoman's eyes. "Long time no stab! Where have you been sulking?"
"Joker," Batwoman growled out.
"I haven't seen you since…" He licked his lips and openly checked Bruce out.
"Let the man go!" Batwoman snarled and took a step forward.
"Ah," Joker pressed the knife harder against the man's throat, causing the man to whimper slightly, "Careful now Batsy, you wouldn't want to cut this man's time short." Joker giggled at his own pun.
"What do you have to gain from this?" The vigilante snarled, trying to think of a way out of this situation.
"Making you angry," Joker shrugged, "I was sitting in my warehouse and thought 'hey, I haven't made myself a nuisance for Batman in a while' so why not? Plus I also wanted to get a look at your new body." Joker waggled his eyebrows.
Bruce fought back a gag; instead she reached into her belt with lightning reflexes and threw a batarang at Joker's face. Joker dodged but Batwoman used the distraction to charge forward, she ripped the man from Joker's hold and threw out a kick. Batwoman's foot connected with Joker's chest, shoving him back a couple of steps.
"Get out of here!" Bruce growled and shoved the man towards the mouth of the alley.
The man stumbled a couple of steps before he took off running. Batwoman turned back to face Joker, his smile was disturbing. He lunged forward, taking a stab with the knife. Bruce easily blocked it and threw a punch that connected with the Joker's nose. Joker let out a yelp and slashed blindly with the knife again; this time the blade happened to slice Batwoman's right arm. The cut was deep and was already flowing with blood. Batwoman let out a hiss before she upper-cutted Joker's stomach; he doubled over and Bruce used the opportunity to bring her knee up, smashing his nose completely and throwing him back with the force. Batwoman swept the Clown Prince's legs out and pinned him to the ground by his throat.
"Ooo," Joker purred and laughed weakly, "I love it when woman take control."
Bruce snarled and threw another punch, successfully knocking the Joker unconscious. She picked herself up and checked her arm; the cut was going to need stitches. Batwoman growled and pressed a few buttons on a remote that she dugout of her belt. She waited a few seconds before The Bat flew over loudly. It landed in the street right in front of Batwoman and the unconscious Prince of Crime. She grabbed Joker by the hair and twisted him around so she could place batcuffs on him; she then dragged him to The Bat and threw him in. She was still ridiculously pissed at the Clown. Batwoman jumped into the pilot's seat and took off again, heading for Arkham Asylum.
The loud noise of the propellers had drawn the attention of five gaurds; whom all stood outside the main entrance to the Asylum. Bruce lowered the Bat just enough so that the drop would kill Joker and swiftly kicked his unconscious body out. She didn't wait to see if he made it safely or not (she honestly didn't care) before she flew off towards home.
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Bruce let out another string of colorful words as she plunged the needle back into her arm. She had stripped out of the top half of her suit and to her black tank top so that she could get at the cut easier to sew it up. The injury was a good five inches long and one inch deep; she was lucky it didn't slice any of the main arteries. She pulled the string tight before she began another stitch.
"Miss Bruce?" Alfred called from the top of the stairs that led to the cave.
"What is it Alfred," Bruce asked impatiently, throwing out another swear as she stabbed into her skin again; she was only halfway done with the repairs to her arm.
"Master Dick is here to see you," Alfred sounded very weary, "I'm afraid he's insisting."
Bruce sighed, "Just send him down," She called back, pulling the string tight once more.
She hadn't told Dick about her transformation yet, she was kinda hoping she didn't have to; it would have just been awkward. She wondered what was so urgent that Dick was insisting on seeing her. After he had left and became Nightwing he was barely ever here, much less speaking to her. Bruce heard the soft pad of feet signaling Dick's arrival.
"Bruce?" Dick called out uncertainly.
"Over here," Bruce called out, she seriously didn't have time for this. She pulled another stitch through her arm and tied it off, she was finally done. She bit off the excess string and held a towel against the freshly stitched skin, cleaning off the remaining blood.
"Bruce I…" Dick's eyes met Bruce's, he blinked a couple of times and opened and closed his mouth as if to say something but no words would come.
Bruce narrowed his eyes at the boy; he was dressed in jeans and a dark blue shirt, "Is there something you need?" She growled out.
"Uh… I just… um…" He scratched the back of his head and tried to avoid any sort of eye contact with the woman standing in front of him. "I haven't seen you in a few weeks so I decided to stop by and see how you were doing…"
"Oh I'm well," Bruce answered sarcastically, "finally finished that puzzle I've been working on, it's a kitten."
Bruce just looked Dick over, he looked well. There was a slight limp in his left leg that Bruce noticed when he walked in (probably a clean break about three weeks ago to the fibula, nothing major), he was favoring his right arm slightly (a sprain to the carpus approximately at the same time as the leg break), a bruise that was barely visible on his left cheek (received a week ago by a punch), but overall the boy looked good. Bruce smiled internally, she had raised Dick well, and that much she knew. He was strong and fearless and a good leader.
"So you're a lady now." Dick stated bluntly.
"It would appear so," Bruce barley held back a snarl.
"Is it temporary?" He asked and sat on the edge of the table by Bruce.
Bruce opened his mouth to say yes but quickly closed it again; to be honest she wasn't entirely sure. She settled on a shrug instead. She moved past Dick towards the gauze that was lying on the other side of the table. Bruce removed the towel, which was covered in spots of blood, and began wrapping her wound.
"What happened?" Dick asked, leaning over to get a better look at Bruce's injury.
"Joker," Bruce growled, the single word seemed to be enough explanation.
"Wait… does Joker know about…?" Dick motioned towards Bruce's body.
"Yeah," Bruce answered sullenly.
"How awkward was that?" A hint of amusement was shining in Dick's eyes.
Bruce threw him a full blown glare, to Dick's credit he barely even flinched. Bruce finished wrapping his would and threw the bloody towel in the general corner where his previous bloody towels have gone.
"So do I get the full story on how this happened?" Dick asked a little too enthusiastically.
Bruce sighed; he was like a child sometimes. "Fine," she said.
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It had been an hour since Dick had left. Bruce had told him the whole story (saved for her feelings and being felt up by the Joker *shudder*). Bruce sighed again and stretched out on her bed, she was finally able to relax. As soon as Dick had left, promising to ask any sorcerers that he knew but to leave Bruce's name out of it, she had felt a wave of tiredness sweep over her. She told Alfred she was going to bed and threw on a pair of sweatpants and another tight black tank top before launching herself onto her bed. Bruce's eyes slipped closed as she tried to will herself into unconsciousness.
"Hey, Beautiful," A voice called softly from across the room.
A soft smile touched Bruce's lips as she cracked an eye open. Clark, clad in his Superman uniform, slowly floated in through the window. He closed the window and turned back to Bruce.
"Hey, yourself," Bruce answered to the Kryptonian, "What are you doing here so late?"
"I came to check on you," Clark smile grew as he made his way across the room.
"You're the second person to do that today," Bruce scooted over on the bed and sat up, making room for Clark.
"The second?" Clark sounded surprised as he sat down on the edge of the bed, "Should I be jealous?"
Bruce chuckled, "No, it was just Dick."
A flash of relief flew across Clark's face, "How'd he take the news of your transformation?"
"Surprisingly well," Bruce answered, "better than I thought he would have at least."
"That's good," Clark smile widened and then fell, "What happened to your arm?"
Bruce glanced down at the gauze that covered his arm, "Nothing, just a small cut it's no big deal." She shrugged and barely was able to hide a grimace as the movement pulled her stitches.
Before Bruce could react, Clark had griped the gauze and pulled it down. He had a look of shock on his face, "That isn't nothing, Bruce! What the hell happened?"
The wound looked worse than before; the skin around it was blue and red and purple, and the cut itself was a deep scarlet and looked very irritated, it looked worse than it actually was. Bruce met Clark's eyes with a hard stare, "I said it was nothing."
"Did this happen on your patrol?" Clark stood up and was staring back at Bruce, matching her glare, "Dammit I told you that you weren't ready yet!"
"Hey!" Bruce snapped and jumped out of bed, she jabbed a finger at the Man of Steel's chest, "I don't need you telling me what I can and can't do! I know my own limits and I've dealt with worse shit then this, so back off!"
"I'm just trying to protect you!" Clark snapped back.
"I don't need you to protect me," Bruce threw his arms up in frustration, "You think that I'm some weak little girl but I'm not Clark, I'm still me on the inside! I can take care of myself."
"Fine," Clark answered a little defensively, "I'll just leave then."
"Fine," Bruce crossed his arms and turned her back on Clark, "You do that."
The window opened and closed but Bruce refused to turn around, incase Clark saw her tears.
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