The whole world trying, to tame the spark
But we've got fire, burning bright, hidden
Catch the shimmer of showering stars
The sky gets dimmer, and your light shows
Feral Hearts, Kerli

I sat down at my desk with my coffee, reaching up to fix the hairpins in my bun. I was still trying desperately to think about anything except Dick and the previous day, but it was a struggle. I really needed to talk to him, to understand what the hell was going on.

The intercom beeped, scaring me a little, and shocking me out of my thoughts.

"Faith, can you come into my office for a minute?" Lucius asked.

I got straight up, walking in and closing the door behind me. As I turned to face my boss, I hesitated when I saw Bruce sitting in one of the chairs. I had a pretty good idea of why I was called in, and I quietly sat down.

"Is this about yesterday?" I asked, crossing my right leg over the left.

"Thank you for helping Dick." Bruce said, adjusting his tie. "But I need to ensure that you can be trusted to keep this a secret."

I felt a twinge of anger, but I held it back. "My whole job is about privacy and discretion. I know how to keep a secret, Sir."

"I understand that, but you have to recognise the position we're now in. The two of you haven't known each other very long, and this is serious."

"With all due respect, you don't know me either." I clenched my hand into a fist in my lap. "I would never jeopardise my job by running my mouth, nor anyone's lives. Especially not his. And I resent the implication that I ever would."

Bruce looked taken aback, and I heard Lucius chuckle a little.

"I told you she wouldn't be an issue."

Bruce nodded, still looking a little cautious. "I apologise for offending you. I'm glad you understand how serious this situation is."

"I do understand." I stood up. "If there's nothing else, may I return to my work? I have a lot to do."

Lucius nodded, and I left the room, returning to my desk. I had to organise a couple of meetings and call the British company that wanted to talk.

I sat on hold with said company for a few minutes, a little annoyed that they weren't picking up. I'd already dealt with emails, and everything Lucius needed printed was already coming out of the printer.

Since I had a little time while I waited, I scrolled through the news, trying to see if I could find anything about the previous night.

Nightwing Returns to Gotham, Battles Joker on Rooftop.

I watched the footage from the reporter on the helicopter, trying not to freak out at the violence. Switching it off, I took a breath, only to hear a voice on the phone.

"Miss Anders, are you still there?"

I quickly picked up, embarrassed even though they couldn't see me. "Yes, sorry! I'm calling for Lucius Fox, here at Wayne Enterprises."

I opened my apartment door, relieved to finally be at home. After what felt like the longest day at work I'd ever had, I just wanted to lie on the couch and not think about anything that was happening.

Flopping onto the couch, I barely had a chance to turn on some music before my phone started to ring. I sighed, rolling onto my side and picking up the call when I saw that it was Dick.

"After the day I've just had, I hope you've got something nice to tell me." I stared up at the ceiling.

"Well, I was going to ask if I could come over so we can talk properly about yesterday, but now I feel like that's not enough." He laughed.

"I'd love to see you. I'm free for the rest of the evening, so you can come over whenever."

"I'll be over in a few minutes."

I got back up off the couch, checking my hair in the mirror. I was looking a lot less stressed and tired than I felt, but every hair was where it was supposed to be.

Even though I'd had to buzz him up, the knock on the door made me jump. Shaking my head at my reaction, I walked over and opened it. He was looking better, but still a little worse for wear.

"I'm sorry that Bruce basically cornered you at work like that." He stepped inside, avoiding my gaze.

I shook my head, gently taking hold of his hand and pulling him into the kitchen. "It's alright. If I had a secret that big, I'd probably be just as concerned about it getting out when someone discovered it accidentally."

"If I'd gotten the chance to tell you properly, I would have been a bit more gentle about it. I know it's a lot to take in." He played with the buttons on my blazer, his bright eyes on mine.

"I… it is a lot." I pulled away, reaching into the cabinet above the stove for wine glasses. "But I do like you, and I want to see where this is going. So, if you're still interested, I'd like to continue."

I felt his hand on my lower back, and I turned in surprise. He kissed me, gently pushing me up against the bench.

"I want that too." He whispered. "I'll tell you anything you want to know, just ask."

"There's a lot, are you sure?"

He nodded. "I want you to have all the information you want so that we can make this work. No secrets, just honesty."

"Okay." I wrapped my arms around him, hesitating when he winced slightly. "Are you still in pain?"

"A little." He admitted.

I gently pushed him toward the loungeroom. "Go sit down. I'll bring wine in a second."

I poured two glasses, then carried them over. Placing them on the coffee table, I sat down beside him.

"I watched a video of the fight." I said quietly, sipping from my glass. "I've seen a lot of fights in my life, but nothing like that. The way you moved, it was almost graceful."

He blushed, the red spreading across his cheeks as he leaned against the back of the couch. "I… Bruce taught me how to fight, and I worked out how to combine that with my circus skills. It took a while, and a lot of bruises to figure it out."

I reached out, tracing one of the scratches on his face. "Do you get hurt a lot?"

"Not a lot, no. The other night was… not how it usually goes." He placed his hand over mine, pulling it away from his skin. "It was stupid of me to go."

"I…" I didn't let go of his hand, just squeezed it gently. "This is all new to me, so I don't know if I can judge. But I don't think it was stupid. I do think it was reckless, but you survived it. That's what matters, at least to me."

He pressed a kiss to the back of my hand, and I could almost feel the sweet smile on his face. I was still unsure about everything, but I really did want to make it work, which meant understanding it.

"This means you'll sometimes run off during the night, doesn't it?" I asked quietly, not wanting to ruin the situation, but still needing answers. "Or cancel on me?"

He nodded. "I'm sorry, I'll do my best to attend everything I can with you. I'll always call if I can't."

I turned to face him properly, sitting on my heels as I softly played with his dark hair. "Just… stay safe out there, please."

"I will." He suddenly pulled me into his lap, hiking up my skirt so I could sit properly. "Now, what else do you want to know?"

"I honestly have no idea. I don't want to just keep asking you questions, unless you want to stay the night."

He shook his head, a little sadly. "I wish I could, but I promised Bruce I'd go to dinner with him soon. What time is it?"

"I'm not sure." I reached for my phone, nearly falling off his lap. "6:30. Do you need to go now?"

"I have a few minutes." He kissed me, pulling me close to him.

"Dinner tomorrow?" I asked, a little shakily as his fingers drifted up my back.

His lips brushed against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "I can do that."

"Then I should definitely let you go now." I climbed off his lap, helping him up. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll sort out dinner, let me know what you want." He kissed me, then headed out, pausing at the door. "Since we'll be here, wear something cute."

"I'm sure I can find something."

Once he left, I sat down on the couch, suddenly remembering I'd promised to meet Mo at the café down the street in the morning. I really wasn't looking forward to it, not after what had gone down between us.

This really couldn't have come at a worse time, and I wasn't in the mood, but I knew him well enough that if I didn't go, he'd just keep bugging me until I did. And as much as I was still upset about how things had ended, I couldn't pretend that we hadn't been close for a long time.

If I kept thinking about it, I was going to end up driving myself mad with anxiety, so I turned on a movie and tried to distract myself.