I wanna uncover what nobody knows
Where all of your secrets are taking control
All your shadows are beautiful
Don't need to keep hiding, it's time to let go
Skeletons, New Years Day

I pulled the blanket tightly around me, barely awake. It was late, and I just wanted to sleep. But as I was drifting off, a loud smash echoed through the apartment, scaring me.

Climbing out of bed, I hesitated. This was supposed to be one of the safest neighbourhoods in Gotham, which was admittedly a low bar, but I didn't know how to deal with this.

I pushed open the door, quietly stepping out into the loungeroom. The lights of the city were bright enough to illuminate the whole room, and I could see a figure on the floor by the balcony door. Well, where the balcony door was, because it now seemed to be in pieces below the figure.

"What is with this city?" I sighed, turning to pull my slippers on.

I ran to the figure, crouching down and seeing that it was a man in some sort of black body armour. Pressing my fingers to his neck, I was thankful to find a pulse. I needed to check him out, so I carefully rolled him over, which wasn't easy because he was basically an unconscious dead weight.

The city lights hit his face, and I gasped when I realised who it was. What the hell was going on? Why was Dick lying unconscious in a pile of glass while dressed in some hardcore body armour? And how was I supposed to get him to the bedroom so that I could help him?

As I tried to work out what to do next, he came to. His blue eyes fluttered open, and he looked over at me.

"I'm sorry…" He whispered. "I didn't know where else to go."

I shook my head, not sure why he was apologising. "Don't worry about that, alright? I'm going to help you."

Helping him up off the floor, I made sure he was steady, then we slowly walked to my bedroom. He was clearly in pain, and I wasn't really sure what I would be able to do for him, depending how bad it was.

I took off his armour, and got him to sit on the bed so I could check his injuries. It mostly looked just like bruises on his body and some scratches on his face, but there was a small cut on his chest that was bleeding a little. It didn't look bad enough to need stitches, which was great, because I had no idea how to do that.

"Is it bad?" He asked.

"No. You're gonna be fine. Lie down." I pulled the first aid kit out of the closet and sat down beside him.

As I started to clean the cut, he suddenly caught my hand with his.

"I'm sorry, Faith." He whispered. "I shouldn't have… it's supposed to be a secret."

I gently squeezed his hand. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Just rest for now."

Bandaging up his wound, I thought about what this was going to mean for us. I'd been in Gotham long enough to know what was going on here, but that didn't answer my questions.

"Do you need me to call Bruce?" I asked, throwing the rubbish in the bin. "I'm going to take a wild guess and assume he's Batman then?"

He nodded, wincing in pain. "Don't… Don't call him. He told me not to go out tonight."

"I won't." I walked to the door. "Go to sleep, we can talk in the morning. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Closing it quietly behind me, I grabbed my broom and swept up all the glass. As I taped some garbage bags over the broken door to prevent at least some of the cold from getting in, I made a mental note to called maintenance.

I couldn't be bothered taking the bin down to the chute, so I just dropped it at the door and returned to my bedroom. Dick was sleeping quietly by then, and even though I was still worried about him, I really needed to sleep.

I climbed under the blanket, softly running my fingers through his hair. He stirred, rolling onto his side and curling up a little.

It was late in the morning when I finally woke up. Dick's arms were tightly wrapped around me, and I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck.

As much as I wanted to know what was going on, I wasn't going to wake him to get answers. So I carefully pulled his arms off me, climbing out of the bed as quietly as I could.

I threw on some warm clothes, heading out into the loungeroom. The cold air was definitely getting in, so I turned on the kettle for coffee, then picked up my phone to email maintenance. All I'd written was the first sentence, before I realised I had no idea what to even say. I couldn't exactly tell him that the guy I was dating was apparently a vigilante by night, and also apparently came flying through my window. I didn't think I could even tell him that anyone had come flying through my window.

Sighing, I put the phone aside and waited for coffee. I'd have to work out what to do about it later, but I did not have the energy to think about it right then.

With that issue mostly settled, I poured the water into my mug, and turned my thoughts to the essay I needed to write for class. I wanted to get the research done before the weekend, but it really wasn't easy, with everything going on.

My quiet life was very quickly becoming busier and more interesting than I'd expected, and I really was not sure how to deal with it.

"I'm sorry about the window."

I turned to find Dick limping over. He looked better, less pale, but I was still unsure, so I helped him over to the couch. I sat down on the coffee table in front of him, clutching my coffee.

"I'll call Bruce and get it fixed today." He continued, sitting a little awkwardly. "I guess you probably have a lot of questions."

I nodded. "But they can wait. Are you still in pain?"

"It's not too bad." He ran his fingers through my hair. "I need you to understand that you can't tell anyone about this. It would put us all in danger."

"I know." I bit my lip. "I just wasn't exactly prepared for any of this."

He reached out, taking my hand and gently pulling me onto the couch beside him. "I'm sorry… for everything. You didn't have to, but thank you for helping me. I know this is a lot, and I understand if you don't want…"

I leaned in, kissing him softly. "I'm not going anywhere. And I never would have left you on the floor while you were injured."

"You really don't mind?" He asked, brushing my hair out of my face.

"I… do mind, a little. Because you just came flying through my balcony door, all beaten and bruised." I took his hand, squeezing it gently. "But I like you, and I really doubt that you spending your nights running around Gotham and Blüdhaven dressed in black and fighting crime is going to change that."

He suddenly kissed me deeply, taking my face in his hands. I was still wanting answers, but the way he gently bit my lip washed all the thoughts out of my mind. After a few moments, I pulled back.

"You need to rest." I breathed. "We can talk about this more later."

He kissed me again, just once. "I'll go call Bruce. But I'm not leaving until the window is fixed."

"As long as I can get my essay research done, you can stay all day." I handed him my phone, watching as he left the room.

Picking up my laptop, I tapped my foot as I scrolled through the article I'd been attempting to read for a few days now. I was really having trouble, because there were so many things going on my head, but I needed to knuckle down and get it done.

"The glazier will be here in an hour."

I looked up from my work, finding Dick leaning over the back of the couch to me. He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"I'll deal with it when he gets here." He gently played with a piece of my hair. "Do you want another coffee?"

I shook my head. "Come sit, I have a question."

"You can ask me anything." He leapt over, landing softly beside me.

I gave him a shocked look. "You're supposed to be resting."

He shrugged. "I'll be fine. Now, what do you want to know?"

"What…" I hesitated, wondering if I should even ask it. "What happened last night? I can't imagine that you just accidentally ended up crashing through my window."

"I got a tip that Joker was planning something. It was stupid, I shouldn't have gone, but I did, and it turned out to be a trap." He sighed, pulling my legs across him. "He caught me off guard. We fought, over there." He pointed out the window to the next building, which was a fair amount higher than where I was. "I got away with my grappling hook, but he managed to shoot through the cord. I… I actually landed a couple of floors up."

"Then how…?" I closed my laptop and placed it aside, resting my arms on my knees.

He ran his fingers up and down my calf. "Once I realised where I was, it was just a matter of climbing down to you. But I was a little dazed after my fall, and when I swung from the balcony above yours, I misjudged the distance and crashed through the glass."

I shook my head, softly touching his cheek. "I guess it's good you were wearing all the body armour then. I would have had to spend a long time getting all the glass out of you otherwise."

"Thank you." He whispered, leaning in to kiss me. "Now, is there anything more you urgently need to know? Or can the rest wait for another day, when I'm not so tired?"

"It can wait." I turned, placing my feet up on the coffee table. "You can have a nap if you want, and I'll wake you up later."

Before I could react, he lay down with his head in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair, watching as he slowly drifted off. Nothing could have prepared for what was going on, but there was something exciting about having no idea of what would come next.