Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or its characters. I only own Kenna and any other character I added

Dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the room could be burning now there's nothing but dark blue
If you've ever been alone in the dark blue
If you've ever been alone you'll know (you'll know)

-Dark Blue-

Jack's Mannequin

"Tommy, could you pick up the slack please? Your video game skills are seriously lacking. Captain Assface just made Link look like a bitch."

"First of all, his name is Captain Falcone. Second of all, I'm sorry that I have a job and a life like every other adult. I don't spend all my free time perfecting my Nintendo 64 skills unlike some people."

"I don't understand the problem." Tommy took a second to glance over at his sister with a perturbed look. She did not glance away from the screen, her legs crisscrossed and her back hunched forward to get closer to the television. The crunch of plastic could be heard coming from the controller in the female's hands as she griped it tightly in anger. She tended to get very violent while playing videogames. He just simply sighed and rolled his eyes, bringing his focus back to the television.

The Summers siblings were spending their weekly afternoon with one another. Their morning had consisted of doing various things such as, playing cards, watching Netflix, and now they were in an intense corporative battle on the game Super Smash Brother's. This was the designated time that the siblings would put off every week to spend time with each other, where they hung out and got caught up current events. No matter what each other's schedules looked like, they would always find a way to be together.

Kenna grumbled under her breath in annoyance, her glare fixated on the little pink ball that followed her button mashing. Quickly, she brought her fingers up to tuck a strand of hair that had fallen out of her messy bun behind her ear. Her brother wasn't wrong, this game tended to make her volatile.

"So, what are your plans for Thanksgiving?" Her brother casually asked, his gaze peering to the side to see his sister's reaction to his question. She made no attempt to glance at him, just simply shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't know." She spoke, her fingers continuously mashing the buttons below her fingers. It was an innocent question but Kenna knew her brother well enough to know that it was a prodding question. The older boy quietly sucked in a breath, his mind searching for the right way to approach the subject.

"…You could come with Mel and I to Mom and Dad's." The second the words left his lips, the room turned frigid.

"No." Kenna simply said, her expression neutral as she kept it directed towards the screen. Tommy sighed and paused the game, turning his full attention to the stubborn blonde.

"Ken, I know they aren't perfect but they would still love to …" His words were cut off and he flinched back from the icy stare he was receiving. Kenna did everything she could to not snarl at her brother, he didn't deserve to feel her wrath.

"No, you can accept them all you want but they are not my parents." She spoke, her tone firm and bitter. Silence fell between the two as they look at one another. Kenna then leaned over and hit his start button to un-pause the game. The two played in a tense silence, and Kenna momentarily closed her eyes in guilt. She was not sorry for her words but she was sorry for being angry about it. She knew he was just trying to help her and do what he thought was best, but she was too stubborn to change her ways. Kenna held contempt and always would for the people who gave her away like she was a broken toy. But she loved her brother with all her heart and couldn't stand it if he thought she was mad at him.

"I will probably visit the cave for an hour or so and see the team before I head over to Ollie and Dinah's. They may be having a feast depending what both of their schedules look like. If not, then I may just sit at home and catch up on my shows and write some papers." She said, trying to lighten the mood. She heard a breath of air leave her companion and she felt her body relax. The air around the two began to settle, causing both siblings to fall into a comfortable silence once more. Then out of nowhere, her brother asked a question that caught her off guard.

"What about Dick?" The question made the blonde raise an eye brow and she turned to look at her brother in confusion.

"What about Dick?" She asked. His blue eyes focused on her in his own confusion.

"You're not going to attempt to see him? I may be mistaken but you two normally end up spending holidays with one another." The question seemed innocent enough but it annoyed Kenna none the less. Like every other person in her life seemed to be, the boy was curious about the details of her relationship with her best friend and previous boyfriend. She simply sighed and paused the game and placed her controller on the ground. Tommy watched her push herself to her feet before wandering into the kitchen behind them. She made no move to answer his question which lead him to make his own assumptions. His sisters silence meant she was avoiding the question.

"Did something happen between you two? You guys were dating like last week I swear." Tommy asked, clambering to his own feet and making his way to the counter. Kenna had her back turned to him as she opened his fridge and peered inside. She knew where this conversation was going and she desperately wanted to avoid it like the plague.

"Nothing happened, we just called things off." She said nonchalantly, her eyes centering on a cup of chocolate and vanilla pudding. Tommy's eyes widened as he starred at his baby sisters back. How could she say that so casually?

"Again? Seriously you guys are on and off more than J.D and Elliot, and that's saying something." Kenna glanced over her shoulder and gave him a shrug before turning back to the fridge to grab the small cup of pudding. Her body then leaned back up and she turned around with a spoon on her mind. Her hand sought out the drawer with eating utensils as she listened to the accusing tone in her brother's voice.

"Wait didn't you say he spent the night on Monday night?" He asked, watching her with a suspicious gaze. Kenna had placed the spoon on the counter and closed the drawer before peeling off the red paper covering her treat. Her eyes then glanced up to catch his eye.

"Yeah, so what's your point?" She inquired, opening the cabinet under the sink to throw away the paper.

"So, if you guys aren't dating then what are you, fuck buddies?" Kenna, who had taken a bite of her pudding inhaled sharply causing her to momentarily choke. The spoon clattered on the counter as Kenna looked at her brother alarmed. Her cheeks were inflamed and she cringed uncomfortably.

"We are not fuck buddies! Jesus Christ Tommy." She coughed, disgust riddling her tone and expression. She placed the cup on the counter and tried to wrap her mind around the situation. Is that what everyone thought? Sure, there was the few times where the two had sex, but it wasn't a common occurrence. They were just comfortable with each other, finding a sense of normality in one another's presences. They could be themselves around each other, no secrets hidden between them to put a strain on the relationship. He made her feel safe and confident in herself, like he had since they younger. It wasn't his fault that she cared more than she probably should, especially knowing how he was when it came to his love life.

"If you're not fuck buddies then how would you explain things?" Tommy asked, breaking the blonde from her thoughts. Her tongue shot out to moisten her dry lips as her eyes casted down to avoid her brothers judgmental gaze.

"It's complicated." She pathetically muttered, hoping he would just let it go, but of course she was wrong. Tommy pinched his brows together in annoyance. Why couldn't she just answer him straight for once?

"Kenna that is not an answer and you know it. Why can't you just say what your feelings for once instead of being distant and cold about it?" Kenna's hands curled into fists, her nails digging into her flesh.

"I'm not being cold or distant. It's just easier to not be attached and makes it harder to get hurt."

"McKenna, you can't possibly think that's healthy. Why can't you just tell him that you care about him?" He was not expecting for her patience to snap. Tommy slightly jumped back when his sister retaliated.

"What do you want me to say huh?! That I'm in love him? Yeah, I'm in love with him and probably have been since I was maybe sixteen but you know what? That doesn't change anything! And you don't have to tell that it's unhealthy. I am well aware that the relationship I have with Dick Grayson is not the most ideal but we make it work. It's unconventional and I don't care because it makes me happy, he makes me happy." She ranted, her tone strained with a hint of anger. She was tired of everyone judging her for her actions. And she also hated the pity others gave her when they realized how pathetic her true feelings were, much like the gaze her sibling had on upon his visage. He leaned forward and placed his hand upon one of her closed fists.

"Ken you can't keep doing this to yourself, you're going to get hurt." His tone soft and pleading. He let out a small sigh when she ripped her hand away from him.

"You don't think I don't know that already? I know that this thing is more than likely going to blow up in my face and he's not the one going to get hurt. But Tommy you don't understand, Dick is my best friend. He knows me better than myself and has been there for me every time I fall. I can't lose that. This arrangement or whatever it is keeps us together. Even though the moments where we are more than friends are short lived and probably mean more to me than him, I momentarily get to live in a fantasy where things don't seem so bleak. Where I hate myself less and my depression doesn't seem to matter." Tommy could only bite his lip as he looked at his sister. His eyes focused on the tears that had begun to roll down her cheeks. She looked vulnerable, which he knew she hated but at this moment she seemed more real than she had in a while. Kenna had let down her walls and was finally showing how she felt.

"Look Kenna, I'm sorry. I never meant for this to upset you. I just don't want you two to end up falling apart." She nodded with a sniffle, her hand coming up to wipe away the tears of frustration with the sleeve of her blue hoodie.

"It's not your fault. I'm sorry I lashed out at you, I just get so frustrated with everyone judging me for how we are." She apologized, still avoiding his gaze. She was angry and disappointed in herself for crying.

"Kenna just promise me that if things look like they are spinning out of control and you are about to be in too deep that you protect yourself." He pleaded, finally getting her to look at him. She sniffled one more time before nodding.

"Thomas Michael Summers, did you just make her cry?" A motherly voice called. Both siblings looked towards the apartment door with a surprised gaze.

"It was unintentional babe, I swear." Tommy defended, his hands going up in surrender. The woman just gave him an unimpressed look, shifting the bag of groceries in her hand so she could place the other on her hip.

"Yeah sure you did." She deadpanned. Kenna looked at the woman with a loving smile.

"Mel, it's okay. He didn't mean to make me upset. He was just looking out for me." Kenna tried to assure the woman with a small smile.

Melanie Kane or better known as Mel, was a beautiful African American woman with the mind and heart of a nerd. She reminded Kenna of Karen with her spunky attitude and energetic personality. In fact, Kenna's love for the female probably rivaled that of her brothers. Tommy and Mel had met in their junior year of college and had been together ever since. He won her heart the second he started to stutter in the midst of asking her out. They dated for about eight months before Tommy had decided she should meet the other important girl in his life. Kenna had been rather skeptical at first, seeing as the previous girls her brother had introduced to her had rubbed her the wrong way. The blonde was very fierce and protective when it came to her brother. She also had no problem letting her brother know when she did not like his choice in girl. The girl always seemed to be taking him for granted.

Kenna had been under the impression that Mel would be like every other female her brother had dated except her perception changed almost immediately after seeing her smile. She had never seen someone be so excited to meet her, not even M'gann and she was the happiest person that Kenna knew. She seemed unlike any girlfriend her brother had ever had. Mel was a kind-hearted soul with a sense of humor that you could help but laugh at. She seemed genuinely interested in getting to know Kenna and wanted nothing more than to be friends. Plus, she could rock bubblegum pink hair like nobody's business. After one lunch, Kenna had come to the decision that if her brother wasn't going to marry her one day then she would. Fast forward three years later and the couple would be living together.

Mel gave her boyfriend one more suspicious look before letting out a sigh. She made her way to the counter and tossed her keys into the crystal bowl. She then turned her attention to her boyfriend and leaned over to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. Kenna gazed at the two with soft smile. They were perfect for each other, completely devoted to one another's happiness. Kenna rested her elbows on the counter, her forgotten pudding in hand. Mel weaved around the counter and entered the kitchen, giving Kenna a kiss to the temple as she walked behind her. Kenna's eyes followed her the taller female's movements as she placed various grocery items in their place.

"So, am aloud to know what I walked in on?" Mel asked, flickering her gaze between the two Summers siblings.

"It was nothing."

"Her being in love with Dick." The brother and sister said at the same time. Kenna then snapped her head to the side to send an unamused glare pointed towards her older brother. Mel stopped momentarily to give the nineteen-year-old a knowing smirk.

"Oh really? I have to say you snagged one hell of a man girlie. That boy is gorgeous." Now it was Tommy's turn to give an unamused glare. Kenna let out a snort and a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips. Mel on the other hand didn't seemed phased by his attempt at intimidation.

"You know you're supposed to be in love with me." He deadpanned, becoming more and more irritated by the smug look on his girlfriend's face.

"Hey I'm aloud to admit he's hot, and you have no room to talk Thomas. If any of us are in love with Dick Grayson, it's you!" Kenna couldn't help but bark out a laugh. This is why she loved Mel. They often teamed up to tease her brother when he needed it.

"She does have a point man. I mean, you two have a bromance that rivals that of Wally and him and that's almost impossible. Those two are so attached to one another that I'm sure Artemis often questions if he will one day come to his senses and leave her for him." The blonde teased, earning a glare from her brother and a laugh from her future sister-in-law. Kenna took the last bite of her pudding and gently placed the spoon in the sink to her right. She then opened the cabinet below the sink and tossed the empty plastic cup into the waste bin. Her hand then came up to pull the cellphone in the back of her pocket out. She momentarily blocked out the conversation around her, her eyes focused on entering the code. With a click, the phone opened to the home screen to reveal a waiting text message from Dinah.

Are you coming over for dinner tonight? -Dinah

Once her brain absorbed the words, Kenna let her fingers rapidly type back her answer.

Yeah, I'll be over after my class. -Ken

"Who are you texting?" Kenna momentarily glanced up at her brother's teasing. She raised a brow at his smug look, knowing exactly what he was implying.

"Dinah." The blonde said, slipping her phone back into her ripped jeans. Her response wiped the smirk off her brothers face and replaced it with a frown.

"You know Dick and I don't talk every second of day. In fact, if we did we would probably bash each other's heads in with pipes." Kenna let a smirk cross her lips when her brother started to pout. Mel took this moment to intervene, noticing the kicked puppy look her boyfriend was portraying. The female leaned over the counter and placed her hand upon his. She gave him sympathetic smile, her chocolate orbs gleaming with humor.

"Oh, baby it's okay. Your ship will sail eventually, don't worry." Kenna couldn't help but let out another rather loud snort followed by a chuckle. These two were maybe the most invested people when it came to her pathetic love life. She immediately quieted her laugh when the dark-skinned woman gave her a pointed look.

"McKenna." Kenna only gulp before looking down at her miss matching socks to avoid the uncomfortable stare.

"Sorry." She replied sheepishly. Kenna then glanced up, her line of vision falling on the clock on the wall by the TV.

"Shit." She hissed, weaving around the counter towards the black side bag near the door.

"What?" She faintly heard her brother asked. Her mind became occupied with slipping on her toms.

"I'm going to be late for class if I stay any longer." Kenna hastily said, slipping on one of her shoes and using a finger to pull out the back of the show. The blonde stopped for a moment when she heard Mel's question.

"Are we still going out for lunch this week?" Kenna used the wall next to her to stable her unbalanced body as she replied.

"Um tomorrow I'm going to lunch with Artemis but definitely on Friday Mel, I promise." She called, bending down to pick up her bag before slinging it over her shoulder. Her hand shot out to grasp the handle of the apartment door but was halted by the coupe behind her.

"Love you!" The couple chorused, making Kenna glance over her shoulder with a smile and a roll of her eyes.

"Yeah yeah yeah, love you guys too." She chirped before swing the door open and closing it behind her body.

"Ah so this is where you've been nesting." At the sound of her voice, Dick glanced his over his shoulder with a raised eye brow. His body was crouched and his masked eyes craned up to look at his companion. Kenna stood a few feet away, the city lights being the only thing illuminating her face. Kenna crossed her arms across her chest and gave him a teasing smirk.

"Nesting?" His stoic question completely stumped the blonde, her brow pinching together in confusion.

"Nesting? You know that thing birds do…. You know what never mind." She spoke, her hands flailing as she talked. She let the confusion drop from her visage and she soon replaced it with a scowl. Dick simply smirked at her words before turning back to what his attention was previously on. He was messing with her, that dick.

"So, you mind telling my why I'm on the roof of a warehouse in Bloodhaven, when I could be doing literally anything else." She huffed, dropping her crossed arms to move and crouch next to him.

"Well, you actually made a good point. You will get rusty if you don't keep up with training, so I figured we'd keep up on your training when I can be there to make sure you don't get hurt again." He spoke, his eyes avoiding looking at her. The scowl on Kenna's lips soon disappeared and was replaced with a shit eating grin. She leaned her head to the side, her hair falling into a curtain to the right of her head as she smiled at him.

"Aw, is that your bullshit way of saying that you're worried about me?" She cooed, causing him to snap his attention back to her. Kenna had to bite her lip to contain the giggle when she saw a faint blush appear on his cheeks. It would have been more noticeable if he didn't blend in so well with the night sky. Her lavender eyes followed his movement as he stood to his feet and went to pry the window panel back.

"Believe it or not McKenna, I'm always going to worry about you." He said pointedly, glancing at her one more time before dropping down through the open skylight window. Kenna let out a small sigh and pushed herself to her feet to follow him. Her small hand grasp the edge of the frame as she contemplated on the best way to jump down. She momentarily glared at her companion as he gazed up at her with raised eyebrow. She knew he was judging her for taking her time. So, in retaliation, the blonde stuck out her tongue rather childishly before putting her legs through the opening and hopping down. Her legs bent to absorb the shock and she leaned up to her full height. She placed her hands on her hips, turning to face him.

"It would be nice to know what we are actually doing here bird boy." She inquired, crouching her body to follow his lead. The two-silently moved around the corner of loft above the main floor, careful to make sure their steps did not creak underneath them. Dick didn't answer her question until they came to the railing that gave them an overview of the operation below. The two laid on their stomachs, making sure that they were not too close to be seen.

"Gun smuggling. I tracked these guys from the Gotham docks to this location." She let his whispered words wash over her as she mentally counted how many thugs they were up against.

"There must be thirty or more guys down there." She whispered back, her eye's trained on the particular thug that was guiding the backing the large moving van through the loading dock.

"Wanna make a bet?" The words perked the blonde's attention and Kenna turned her head to look at the former boy wonder. The cheeky smile on his lips was contagious and she couldn't help but mimic him. There it was, the glimpse of the fourteen year who would disappear with a cackle and murder the English language.

"You're on. What's the stakes?" The female inquired. Dick glanced down at the thugs before flicking it back up to look at the teen.

"Bet you I take out more guy's than you." He challenged, enjoying the way her eyes lit up.

"What do you get if you somehow magically win?" Kenna asked, her own eyes flickering down towards the large group of thugs. She watched their movements as they passed out various weapons from the back of the van.

"If I win, you can't argue with me in front of the team for a month. You have to act like you actually like me." Boy, was he wrong about that, Kenna didn't have to act.

"Fine." She spoke, rolling her eyes. Of course, that's what he wanted.

"But if I win, you owe me dinner and a movie night. One that isn't interrupted." Kenna looked at him once more to see if he accepted her term. He opened his mouth to defend himself but she immediately cut him off.

"Richard." Kenna said in a stern voice, silencing his argument completely. He let out a small sigh and moved his arm to shake her hand.

"Deal." He simply said, grasping her dainty hand in his. She gave him a bright smile and carefully moved away from the railing. Kenna then pushed herself into a crouched position.

"McKenna." His quick whisper made her whip her head around.

"No powers." Kenna couldn't help but pout, he always had to ruin the fun.

"Whatever you say bird boy. Try not to get overwhelmed." Dick couldn't help but smirk at her words. Kenna definitely knew how to get a rise out of him. Kenna gave him one last glance before her legs carried back the way they had come. She recalled seeing a vent by their entrance. When she came to it, Kenna examined it for a second. She didn't necessarily know where this vent let out but she was going to have to take that chance. She had a movie night on the line and she wasn't about to lose. Her hands grasped the grate and she pried it off the vent as gently as she could to avoid making any sound. When the grate separated from the wall, Kenna placed it to the left of her. Her eyes peered inside the vent, notice how the red tinted light illuminated the drop at the end of the vent. Well at least she knew it went down. The blonde put both her legs in first before inching her way through the small compacted area. Kenna's boots rested against the vent wall and she took a deep breath to ready herself for the short moment of weightlessness. Th vent rustled slightly with the weight her body as it slid down the metal contraption. Kenna placed her hands on the both sides of her to help slow her body when it hit the curve of the vent.

"These are going to sell for millions!"

"Were going to be rolling cash."

"Hey quit your yapping! We want to get out of here as soon as possible before that guy in the blue suit finds us?" Kenna raised an eyebrow. I guess they had dealt with Dick more than once. The blonde stopped her movement when a pair of boots walked in front of the vent grate. She held her breath, reciting a mantra in her head for the guy to leave. That breath was let out when the boots walked away. Her heart was pounding so loud she could hear it. Kenna moved to her belly to survey the outside of her hiding place. It seemed like no one was turned towards her, all the thugs focused on the man by the truck. Kenna took this as her opportunity to make her move. Her small hands grasped the grate and pushed, prying it off. When it came loose she inched forward and leaned outside of the cramped space and placed the vent grate against the wall.

"You mean that Nightwing guy? Isn't a Bat brat?" Kenna stood to her full height, admiring the stupidity in front of her. This was a glimpse at the special kind of stupid. Her body leaned against the wall and she crossed her arms over her chest. One hand then came up to her lips and Kenna let out a loud whistle. The familiar click of guns echoed around her as the large group of men spun to aim their guns at her in shock. Kenna let the hand that helped her whistle fall back into her crossed arms and she put on a charming smile.

"Didn't anyone ever teach you guy's to not play with guns?" She cooed, her eyes scanning over each man individually.

"Doll you walked into the wrong place. Why don't you bring your pretty little self over here and we can work out some sort of…. arrangement." A rather large man, probably the same height as Dick pushed through the group to stand at the front. His crisp white suit and slicked back brown locks back implied it was probably a small mob boss. He gave her a sinister smile, his eyes tracing every inch of her body. Kenna cringed, mentally chanting to herself not to vomit up Dinah's famous spaghetti. Guess he was the leader of this operation.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not sure my companion would really appreciate me making a deal like that. You see he's very protective of me." She spoke in a sultry voice, her back pushing off the wall. She made her way towards the man, coming to a stop a few feet away.

"I'm sure I could talk some sense into him." The man replied, his voice deep. Kenna couldn't help but smirk. Dick definitely wouldn't be talking to this guy.

"You must not be that intelligent, are you?" Her words quickly wiped the smile off his face and replaced it with a confused scowl.

"What are you talking about?" He inquired, a pinch between his eyebrows.

"You didn't honestly think I walked into an abandoned warehouse full of crooks with guns and not bring help? You really are dense. Honey I'm the distraction." As if her words were a cue, in a matter of seconds the man in the white suit got an escrima stick to the side of the head. His body flew back, causing some of his goons to catch his collapsing form. He groaned in pain and pried his eyes open to see Nightwing slowly stand from his crouched position. The surrounding thugs let down their guards as they looked at their leader.

"I warned you!" Kenna sang, moving to stand next to her partner. Her eyes focused on the leader as he struggled to get to his feet. His hand came up to wipe away the little trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Get 'em!" He yelled, turning to glare at the men who had put their guns down. That's when all hell broke loose. When bullets started blazing the two heroes vaulted away from on another to avoid getting hit. Let the wager begin. Kenna backhand sprigged and landed on her feet in the middle of a small group. They jerked away from her and she let her instincts take over. Her hand shot out and grabbed the gun of an unexpecting thug and she pushed it down towards the ground before punching him in the temple. The man fell to the ground in pain and Kenna swung around and whipped the fallen man's machine gun at another man. The air was knocked from his lungs as it collided with his sternum.

Kenna let out a small squeak when a pair of arms wrapped around her chest, trapping her arms against her body. The man lifted her feet off the ground and tried to contain her struggling body. The blonde gritted her teeth together and shot out her leg to kick the approaching thug. Her boots collided with the man's chest and it was enough to propel her backwards, knocking the man holding her off balance. Their bodies fell backwards to the ground and his arms loosen slightly allowing Kenna to break free from his hold. She rolled to her feet and moved to kick her captor in the face, effectively knocking him out cold. That was four guys already. Kenna panted and glanced to the side to see Dick making three guys look like fools at the same time. Making up her mind, Kenna picked up her legs and ran towards her partner. His back was to her and she used that to her advantage.

When she got closer to him, Kenna shot out her hands and grasped his shoulders, using him like a spring board. She vaulted over Dick's shoulders, flying over the small group he was fighting to intercept the group moving towards him. Her foot collided with a man's face, his body collapsing to the ground. From there it was a blur, knuckles meeting bone, groans of pain and the sounds of bodies hitting the floor. Her leg shot out and she roundhouse kicked her last goon, his body spun around before collapsing to the ground. Kenna placed her hands on her knees to momentarily catch her breath, blowing her bangs from her eyes. The sound of cracking knuckles made her spin around and the blonde groaned. A large man, or more like a brute stepped towards her. She leaned her body up and looked up at him with a tired yet annoyed look. Where the hell did this asshole come from? What was he on, steroids? She placed her fists up in the defense, telling herself that this was the last amount of energy she was going to have to use. Her eyes then widened when the man stopped his advances and stood still. Seconds later his body teetered forward and she quickly scrambled away from him. Her lavender orbs then looked up to meet Dicks masked eyes, the electricity from his escrima sticks disappearing.

"That asshole still counts as one." Kenna panted, pointing to the unconscious perp on the ground at her feet. Dick only smirked, his hands moving to place the sticks back on their holsters on his back.

"How many you get?" He asked, moving closer to her. Kenna took a few deep breaths, her eyes glancing around to mentally count.

"I wanna say, fifteen?" She estimated, her eye flicking back to look at him. The smirk on his face said it all and she groaned.

"How many?"

"Nineteen." His smug expression made her glare.

"Damnit, you lucky bastard."

"Ow."

"That's nothing. The one on your shoulder I'm going to have to stitch." Kenna said, her fingers coming up to tuck her bangs behind her ear. Her eyes were focused on the cut on his shoulder but she could feel his blue eyes staring at her.

"Let's just get this over with and go to bed." He grumbled tiredly and let out a sigh. Kenna nodded, straightening to her full height and she turned to moved towards the bathroom.

"Strip." She simply called over her shoulder. Dick let out a small chuckle, his eyes following her retreating form.

"I think you're supposed to take me to dinner first Ken." He teased, his hands moving to rid his upper body of the top fabric of his suit. Kenna rolled her eyes and crouched in front of the bathroom sink. Her fingers opened the cabinet below and sought out the first aid box that she had invested in when she moved into the apartment. When she found it, Kenna's hands grasped the white box and she stood up. Using her toes, Kenna shut the cabinet door. The blonde then made her way back into her bedroom, bare feet padding across the carpeted floor. Her eyes locked on to the boy sitting on the edge of her bed completely shirtless and dressed in a pair of red pajama pants he kept over here when he stayed over.

Dick had yet to notice her presence for he was to focused on the lab beside him on the bed who continued to nuzzle his hand. His eyes then flickered to the side when Kenna placed the first aid box in front of Morty. All though she would like to ogle the man next to her, Kenna pinched her brows together in concentration and scrounged through the box. Her fingers pulled out the various things she would need. Dick gave Morty one last pet before moving his hand up to gently grasp the female's waist and move her to stand between his legs. She let him pull her body with no fight but she kept her mind on the task at hand no matter how difficult he was making it. Dicks fingers slightly moved under her black tank top and his thumb gently rubbed the scar on her side. He then felt a pressure on his leg and momentarily watched as Morty laid his head on his thigh and closed his big brown eyes.

Movement caught his attention and Dick flickered his gaze up to see Kenna concentrating on placing the thread through the needle. He let a soft smile cross his lips when she stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in her focused state. She moved to place the needle in his skin but leaned back with a shake of her head.

"Stupid." She muttered to herself, and leaned to the side to pick up the swab with alcohol on it.

"This is going to hurt like a bitch." Kenna spoke softly, looking into his blue eyes. He nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for the sting. Kenna moved her hand forward and tentatively began to clean the wound on his shoulder. Dick let out a hiss and she felt his grip on her hip tighten slightly.

"Sorry." She said, placing the red stained cotton ball on the bed next to him. Her hand then moved to grab the needle in thread, her fingers hesitant to pierce his skin. This always made her uncomfortable, stitching other's up. It always made her feel like she was torturing someone. Dick could sense her hesitation and opened his eyes to look up at her.

"I'll be fine Kenna." He watched her quietly nod and she moved the needle closer to his skin. She took a second before inevitably pushing the needle through his skin. He slightly jerked away from her and she paused. He clenched his teeth together and took a few breaths. His thumb, which had stop its repeated motion on her scar started moving once again. The motion seemed distract him and Kenna brought up to gently weave through his dark locks. His body seemed less tense with her action and Kenna took that as the opportunity to continue the stitching. She continued stitching in comfortable silence, her full concentration on trying to get this done as fast as she possibly could. Dick flinched once or twice in but soon became used to the feeling of the needle. He just kept his mind on the soothing feeling of holding her. When she was done, Kenna leaned over to tie off the stitching. She then leaned over to the left and placed the needle into the box. Her eyes then moved to his body, checking over her work and simultaneously checking him out at the same time.

"How does it look?" He asked, breaking the silence. Kenna let a small smile cross her lips.

"Pink and gross but I think you will live." She replied with a light tease. Dick took let a breath, the tension leaving his body.

"Two more thing then we can go to bed." Her hand moved on its own and grabbed the tape and cloth. She placed the cloth on his leg and used her teeth to rip various pieces of tape. When that was done, she tossed the tape back into the box and moved to tape the cloth over the stitch. The last thing she did was grab another cotton swab and doused it in alcohol. Used the sting, Dick didn't even flinch when she pressed it to the small cut on his cheek. It had seemed to stop bleeding but she wanted to make sure the small cut did not get infected. She then tossed the ball into the box and leaned over to grab the last item she would needed. The blonde pulled the strips off of the small band aid and placed it on his tanned cheek.

"There, you're done Mister Grayson." She chirped with a warm smile. Dick simply chuckled and stood up from the bed, his hand dropping from her waist. He gently rolled his shoulder, testing its movement. Meanwhile, Kenna finished cleaning up the mess of the first aid box. With all the contents, inside, Kenna locked the box and moved away from the bed to place it on the dresser by the door. The room suddenly became dark, only the light peering through the window. Dick must have turned off the bathroom light. The blonde felt a presence behind her and when she made sure that the box would not fall off the dresser she turned around to be chest to chest with the taller male. She raised an eye brow as she looked up at him. Dick gave a small smirk as he spoke.

"Are you going to kiss my boo-boo?" He asked, his finger tapping the cheek with a band aid. Kenna let out a snort and rolled her eyes. The blonde then leaned up to kiss his cheek only for him to swiftly move his head and collide their lips. She let out a small squeak but let the familiar feeling wash over her almost instantly. She could feel his hand come up to rest on her neck, his long fingers tangling in her locks. Kenna let out a content sigh as their lips moved with each other. He definitely was the king at kissing, that's for sure. Not wanting to get too caught up in one another, Kenna gently pushed against his chest to separate them. He had practically sucked all the air out of her lungs. She breathed deeply, keeping her eyes closed as she talked.

"Trust me, I'd love to continue making out with you but its bed time." She slightly whispered, opening her eyes look up at him. He quietly chuckled, finding her flustered look absolutely adorable.

"Yeah you're right Blondie." He agreed, leaning back down to give her one last kiss. His hand moved from her neck down to her arm and gently grasped her hand. When he was done kissing her, Dick gently tugged her to the bed with him, both their bodies collapsing in a mangled mess. Kenna pried the blanket out from under them and wiggled her body beneath the covers. When the two were settled, Kenna felt an arm wrap around her waist and tug her closer. The blonde rolled over and snuggled her head into his chest. She could hear the beat of his heart under her ear, the sound lolling her to sleep. The last thing she thought being that her brother was right. She was in deep and may not be able to claw her way out.

Author's Note: Hey guy's! I know it has been a long time since I updated and I'm sorry. I ended up getting the flu and was absolutely miserable for a week and half. Okay so I want to make this clear that I messed with the time line a little. It's not very much, only the first couple of chapters will before the actual time line of the second season but things will fall into place rather quickly regarding the dates in the episodes. So I hope you guys all enjoyed this chapter, I felt that you need to see how Kenna is adjusting to the time change outside of the team. A glimpse of what her every day life looks like for our sarcastic princess. For those who I'm pretty sure felt cheated when Kenna and Dick weren't a thing, I gave you a little bit of fluff to help tide you over. Other than that I hope you enjoyed everything. I love you guy's. Don't forget to review, favorite and follow. I love hearing from each one of you on what you think. It really makes my day. Okay enough of me. Bye:)