Call out in the middle of the night
For when else would I hear you?
Fall out in the cold starlight
I can save you if you do
Call Me Little Sunshine, Ghost

Dick wrapped his arm around my waist, gently drawing me into the club. I looked around, feeling a little excited. It was a classy place, somewhere I probably never would have gotten into before, but the bouncer saw the two of us and let us straight in.

"I think it's my turn to buy a round." I commented, as he sat in the booth he'd reserved.

"You don't have to." He gently pulled me down beside him.

I shook my head, leaning in to kiss him gently. "I insist. I'll be back in a moment."

Walking over to the bar, I ordered our drinks. As I waited patiently for them to be poured, a familiar face appeared in my peripheral vision. I turned, sighing when I saw that it was Helena.

"Is there something you want to say?" I asked politely. I wasn't in the mood for her antics, but I figured ignoring her would be worse than civility.

She gave me a sly grin, pushing her dark hair behind her ears. "Does such an insignificant girl from an insignificant country in the pacific truly think she could keep the attention of a rich man like Dick Grayson?"

"If I were truly insignificant, I wouldn't have caught his attention in the first place." I held back what I really wanted to say, but it wasn't easy. The Aussie within me was desperate to come out. "But since I am keeping his attention just fine, it's not really your concern, is it?"

"You'll never know him the way I do. He'll get bored with you. I've seen it happen before, to far more interesting women than you."

I sighed, picking up the drinks. "You know nothing of my past or who I am." I turned to leave, but hesitated a second. "But there's something that I know. It's you who was dumped, and it's time for you to move on."

With that, I headed back over to the booth, sliding in next to Dick. He kissed me, pulling me close.

"Are you alright?" He asked, pressing a kiss to my neck, just below my ear. He took hold of my inner thigh, pushing my dress up a little so his hand was against my skin.

I nodded. "It's not the first time I've dealt with an ex. I do have questions though. What's her whole deal? Does she know about you and Bruce?"

"She does. She…" He paused for a second, taking a drink. "Her family was one of the biggest crime families in Gotham until they were murdered by a rival. She was taken to Italy, where she was raised for revenge. When she came back, she hid that part of herself while we dated." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "But I saw the anger in her, because it was the same anger I had dealt with too. I thought that I had convinced her not to go through with her vengeance, but she wreaked a trail of violence and revenge across the city. I broke up with her, and she disappeared. Last I heard, she was in Star City, trying to rebuild her family's reputation there."

I drank my cocktail, wondering why she was here then. "Do you know why she would come back?"

He shook his head. "No idea, and that really concerns me. I'll talk with Bruce tomorrow when I get home."

"Tomorrow?" I gave him a cheeky smile. "I don't remember saying you can stay over tonight."

His eyes widened in surprise, and I laughed a little, leaning in to kiss him.

"Of course you can stay. I like sharing my bed with you." I rested my arms on the table. "I'm working from home until Lucius gets back from his trip, so as long as you don't be too distracting, I'd love to have you around some of the time." Looking down at his hand that had moved slightly higher up my thigh. "But that means none of this, as much as I love how you touch me."

He laughed, pulling my legs across his lap. "I guess I should get it out of my system now then."

I kissed him, gently biting his bottom lip. He deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue over mine. After a moment, he sat back, playing with a lock of my hair.

"Maybe I shouldn't come over while you're working." He breathed, a sly smile crossing his face. "It's not easy to keep my hands off you."

I nodded, blushing hard behind my makeup. "Probably a good idea."

He studied my face for a moment, returning his hand to my thigh, even higher this time. "Were you happy as a kid?"

"I was, yes." I was a little surprised by the question, but I went with it. "My parents thought differently, because I was so quiet. They sent me to multiple therapists, because they were certain there was something wrong with me. But the answer was always the same. I was just shy, and didn't feel the need to talk all the time." I caught his gaze with mine, those bright blue eyes almost trapping me in place. "I mostly grew out of it, as you've probably noticed now. But that's why I have a little trouble at the parties you've taken me to."

He gave me an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry, Faith. I didn't realise you were so uncomfortable."

I shook my head. "Don't be. It wasn't too bad once I knew what to expect. Besides, it's not like we spent the whole time at either event, is it?"

"It would be nice to get through an entire event together." He laughed.

"Your life is very interesting and complicated." I softly played with his hair, noticing the slightly concerned look on his face. "I'm fine with that."

He leaned over, kissing me again. "I think it's my turn to get the drinks."

"Okay, but don't take too long." I watched as he left, turning to my phone while I waited.

As I scrolled through the news, I came across an article in the Gotham Gazette that gave me pause.

Who is Dick Grayson's Mysterious Australian Girlfriend?

I bit my lip, scrolling through the article. I didn't know where they'd found all of this out, but they seemed to know everything about me. They knew I'd dated Mario, they knew every place I'd worked. They knew things I hadn't told Dick yet.

Then I saw it. The article had gone all the way back to my high school years, and found many of my friends. They also found the one part of my past I thought was over and done with.

I held back my tears, taking a deep breath as I waited for Dick to return. He must have seen the look on my face from across the club, because he suddenly returned without the drinks, sliding into the booth beside me.

"What's going on?" He asked.

I avoided his gaze, hesitating as I tried to work out how to even start. "I… there's something I haven't told you, and I need to do it before you read the article that was just released about me."

He nodded, taking my hand. "Come on then. Let's go back to your apartment so we can talk."

I sat on the edge of the couch, trying not to freak out as Dick brought me a glass of wine. I didn't know how he would react to what I was about to tell him, and I was basically preparing for him to break up with me.

"Faith, look at me." He said, gently touching my cheek. "You can tell me anything."

"My parents were… very hardcore Catholics. They spent a lot of money sending me to one of the best private schools in Melbourne." I took a breath, pulling the ribbon out of my hair. "When I got a boyfriend, it was constant lectures about how sex is a sin. We were reckless, and I got pregnant."

He watched me quietly, his face betraying nothing about what he was thinking or feeling. I wanted him to interrupt me, to tell me everything was going to be alright. When he didn't, I continued.

"I thought that when I told my parents…" I paused, unable to hold back all of the tears. I hadn't told anyone about this for a long time, and I couldn't stop it now. "I thought they would force me to keep the baby, or to adopt it out. Instead… they yelled at me for hours, then took me to a doctor to deal with it." Reaching for the tissues, I wiped my eyes. "I never told my boyfriend, and my parents forced me to break up with him. They forced me to live like a nun until I finished high school, and probably would have for longer if they hadn't died."

He still didn't reply, just gently pulled me into his lap. He gently kissed me, holding me close.

"I never told him what happened. But I did tell Mario." I hesitated, realising. "I guess he must have told them. They seem to know everything about me. I'm sorry, I didn't know…"

"Shh…" He pressed a finger to my lips. "I don't care what they've written about you, or what they think they do or don't know. I care about you. Thank you for telling me. I can tell it wasn't easy."

"I didn't think about how public my life would become because of our relationship." I whispered, resting my forehead against his.

"I'm sorry." He replied, gently sliding my dress up my legs a little, so he could softly run his fingers over my skin. "I should have warned you that this might happen."

"I don't really care. I just didn't want you to hear it from anyone else."

He kissed the tears off my cheeks, pulling me closer against him. "What can I do to help?"

"Short of going back in time and stopping them releasing that article, you've already done everything." I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips. "You're welcome to read it now, since you know everything that's in it. It's… more judgemental than I expected."

"Why would I want to read it?" He asked, handing me my wine. "I know the truth, and that's all that matters. There could be naked photos of you in that tabloid, and I wouldn't care, because I have the real you right here."

I took a sip, accidentally spilling some on my chest as he readjusted how I was sitting in his lap. "Hey, this is good wine!"

"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry." He replied, in mock upset.

He dipped his head, running his tongue along the red trail that coloured my chest. He kissed me, and I held him tightly, feeling like a weight had been lifted off my chest.

"Thank you." I whispered. "I know this probably isn't what you expected when you asked me out."

"It's not, but that doesn't matter." He shook his head. "Your past brought you here, but it's still the past. It's not who you are now, and I will never judge you for it."