There are no impossible dreams
There are no invisible seams
Each night when the day is through
I don't ask much, I just want you
I Just Want You, Fury Weekend

I woke to the sound of the door opening, and sat up in a panic. When I saw that it was just Dick returning, I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that I'd left the light on.

He ran over, sitting down and pulling me into his lap as I began to shake. I quietly cried, all the fear completely overwhelming me.

"I've got you." He whispered, holding me tightly. "You're safe."

I took a few breaths, slowly calming down. "I never thought he would send his father after me. I know he was upset when we broke up, but that was a year ago."

He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "I'm not sure he did. But we can talk in the morning. You need to sleep now."

I climbed back under the blankets, glad when he joined me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"I don't think I can yet." I breathed, wiping tears off my face. "How do you handle all this? All the danger? You were so calm."

He slid the edge of the shirt up my body so that he could trace soft circles on my skin. "I have to be. If I panic while I'm out there, one or both of us could die."

I rolled over to face him, gently pushing him back so I could rest my head on his chest. "I've never felt so helpless before."

"I'll teach you how to protect yourself, but you really need to rest first."

I closed my eyes, but I still felt my heart racing and I was worried I would never get back to sleep. "Will you tell me about your mother?"

"What do you want to know?" He gently ran his fingers through my hair.

"What was she like?"

He thought for a moment. "She was quiet, and she always seemed to know the exact right thing to say and when was the best time to say it. She could light up a room with her smile, and she was the first person anyone at the circus would go to for help. She would have liked you."

He must have kept talking for a little longer, but his voice was so soothing, I drifted right off to sleep.

When I woke again, the sun was high in the sky. I was alone in the bed, but when I looked around, I found that Dick was sitting on the window seat, reading.

"What time is it?" I sat up, still half asleep.

"Around one in the afternoon." He looked over at me, and saw the panicked look on my face. "I talked to Lucius this morning and told him what happened. He's brought in a temp for the rest of the week, and he wants you to take the time to deal with what happened."

I bit my lip, upset. I really wanted to be at work, simply because it would give me something else to think about. He must have seen the look on my face, because he put his book down and walked over, sitting at my feet.

"You know he's right." He said quietly, softly pushing my hair behind my ear.

I nodded. "I know. I just thought working might keep all this out of my head. I'm scared that Falcone is going to come after me again."

"When I take you home, I'll see what I can do to make you apartment more secure. I won't let you get hurt."

"Thank you for watching out for me." I sighed, realising just how awful I felt. "I know I probably don't look particularly attractive right now."

"You look fine, Faith." He leaned over, kissing me softly. "Come on, you need something to eat."

He helped me out of bed, and I winced at the pain in my ribs. I lifted the edge of the shirt, finding a bruise there.

"Does it look bad?" I asked.

He shook his head, walking to his closet. "The old man doesn't kick as hard as he used to. It's just a bruise." He handed me a pair of jeans. "I don't know how well these will fit, you are a bit smaller than me."

"Only a bit?" I pulled them on. They sat quite well on my hips, but they were loose on my waist and a little too long. So I rolled the waistband down, and the bottom of each leg up. "Are you calling me fat?"

His eyes went wide, and I laughed, tying a knot in the shirt so it didn't sit so loosely.

"I'm messing with you." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "But you are quite thin for someone who spends most of his nights fighting crime in the literal sense."

"Maybe you just have an amazingly curvy body." He pressed a kiss to my neck.

"Mmm… You're being very flattering today, and as much as I'd like to keep hearing it, I am starving." I gently pushed him back.

"Come on then." He wrapped his arm around my waist, and we walked down to the kitchen.

Alfred was already there, busy plating up two stacks of pancakes, and he placed them down in front of us. "Enjoy."

As he walked away, I turned to Dick, a big question on my mind. "When you're here in Gotham, doesn't Blüdhaven go a bit wild?"

"It's never as wild there as it is here." He commented, running his fingers through his hair. "But it's also not that far, so if something massive happened there, I could get back quickly."

I nodded, eating my breakfast quietly. There was a lot going on inside my head, and I didn't even know how to begin discussing it.

"I'm sorry if I made you feel like I only like you for your looks." He said, a little awkwardly.

I shook my head, reaching for his hand and gently squeezing it. "As long as you like me for who I actually am now, I really don't mind if that was why you asked me out in the first place."

"I do. I think you're sweet, and fun, and despite what you've dealt with since we started dating, you've been remarkably calm."

I blushed. "I wasn't very calm last night."

He kissed my hand. "No, but I came crashing through your window, and told you I spend my nights out fighting criminals, and you just took it in stride."

"Do you really think you can make my apartment safe?" I asked, finishing my last pancake.

He hesitated for a second. "I'll do everything I can, but I can't account for every possibility."

I stood up, stretching my arms above my head. I'd been in Gotham long enough to know what that meant. It meant Falcone could make a deal with any number of people and have them come after me.

"Hey." He took hold of my waist, pulling me close to him. "I'll keep you safe. Now, I'll take you home, you can have a shower, put on your own clothes, whatever you want. Then we can talk more about it."

"I feel like this isn't really how you wanted to spend your time in Gotham." I commented, as we walked out to his car.

"Aside from helping Bruce deal with Joker, I didn't really have any other plans."

The drive to my apartment building was pretty quiet, but as we stood in the lift, a thought occurred to me.

"That first shot, when we were out on the balcony, was it one of Falcone's men?" I asked, unlocking my apartment door.

"No. That bullet wasn't meant for either of us. It found its target in a businessman within the function room." He replied, following me inside. "I think Falcone heard about it, and realised it was a good opportunity to get to you."

"I'm going to go have a shower. I can't… I need to get all this out of my head for a little while." I whispered, trying not to cry. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Before he could reply, I fled to the bathroom and stripped off. The shower didn't really help, and I was still feeling shaky and afraid when I got out.

As I pulled on some jeans and my fluffy hoodie, Dick walked into the bedroom. He was typing something on his phone, so I sat on my bed and watched him.

"Is it going to be a lot of work making this apartment safe?" I asked, wrapping my arms around my knees.

He shook his head. "It won't take too much. I'll get it all sorted, you don't need to worry about it."

"I'm trying. It's not very easy." I pulled the hood over my slightly damp hair, then flopped back onto the bed. "Is this my life now? Hiding in my apartment in case someone comes after me? How will I work? What if I need to go to campus for an exam?"

"Take a breath." He slid the curtains shut. "We're going to keep you safe, and I promise you it won't be for very long."

I nodded. "I'm sorry. It's hard to stay out of my head."

"Then let me try this." He climbed onto the bed, leaning down to kiss me. "Does that help?"

"A little…" I reached up, tracing his lips with my fingers. "But I feel like I need a little more distraction."

He dipped his head, pressing a kiss to my neck. I moaned, feeling my skin heat up at his touch. He wrapped his arms around my body, lifting me up into his lap.

"How about now?" He asked, gently pushing my hood off. "Feeling better?"

"Much better." I kissed him deeply, not wanting to let go of him. "But you really don't have to stay. I can take care of myself."

He slid his hands under my hoodie, the warmth of his skin making me shiver a little. "I have to go out with Bruce tonight, so I thought I would stay a while longer. Why? Do you want me to leave?"

"Hardly." I laughed.