Jenny looked into the bathroom mirror. Her mind was reeling now. She had made it through dinner without banging her head against the table. Her subconscious had popped its little head up and would not stop.
I told you that you liked him. Instead of seeing herself in the large mirror, she saw her double, though not much had really changed. I don't think Bruce would approve of this.
Just be quiet. You can talk all you want to on the way home. Jenny pleaded with herself.
Are you sure you're going home tonight? Her double asked. Then it cackled, just like the wicked witch of the west.
The only thing that stopped the headache that was brought on was the knock on the door.
"Are you all right, Miss?" Alfred asked her.
"Yes, just washing my hands" Jenny said. She turned on the faucet and ran her hands through water that was too hot. She balled up her fists and kept them there until the voice shrunk back. She smiled and dried her hands. Then went to join the others for dessert.
"Alfred, this tastes great" Dick said. Alfred had made a simple lemon meringue pie that tasted like a master chef had made it.
"Thank you, Master Dick" Alfred said with a large smile. Bruce watched as Jenny ate her slice of pie. He had watched her all through dinner. Jenny had tried to ignore it, but the voice in the back of her head was giving her grief over it.
"I think I should be leaving" Jenny said putting her fork down.
"What?" Dick said. "You can stay. Just a little longer."
"I don't believe I'm quite welcome here" Jenny said glaring at Bruce. Bruce pushed his glasses up on his nose. Alfred and Dick looked at him.
"I didn't say anything" Bruce said.
"You didn't have to, Mr. Wayne" Jenny said. Jenny took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for ruining dessert. Alfred, it's wonderful. Dinner was wonderful." Jenny stood up and Dick did the same. "Thank you for dinner."
"I'll show you where your car is" Dick said. Bruce just let his jaw tense up until it looked about ready to burst.
Dick and Jenny went to the garage and stopped at her car. Dick leaned against it and looked, for all the world, like his ice cream had just fallen on the ground.
"I'm sorry" Dick said. "Bruce can come off as a little strange sometimes."
"It's okay" Jenny said. Dick looked at her eyes. They were a grayish-green color now. He reached his hand out and ran his thumb along her cheekbone.
"Your eyes are like a storm" Dick said. Jenny looked down at her feet. She felt like a rag doll. Her shoes had holes in them from being well worn. Her clothes weren't expensive. "You're still coming tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah" Jenny said. Dick stepped in and kissed her. It was gentle at first, until Jenny put a hand on his chest. Dick deepened the kiss and pressed Jenny against her car. When they pulled apart, they were both flushed.
"What are you doing tonight?" Dick asked in a husky voice.
"Nothing" Jenny said. She ran her fingers over his shirt collar. She looked into his eyes. "You want to come over?"
"Do I get to kiss you like that again?" Dick asked. Jenny smiled and nodded. "I'll be right behind you."
The entire ride home was in silence. Jenny's ears rang from the lack of noise. Her subconscious voice was sedated for the moment. She could still feel Dick Grayson's lips upon her own. Jenny parked along the street and went inside.
She had just turned on a lamp and set her keys down when a knock was heard on her door. She hurried to the door and opened it. Dick was standing against the doorframe. When he looked up at her, his eyes were hungry.
"Did I keep you waiting?" Dick asked. He entered her apartment like a tiger stalking its prey.
"For a minute" Jenny said. Dick turned and locked the door. When he turned back around, Jenny was inches in front of him.
"Ah!" Dick gasped. A smile crossed his face. Jenny ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders and then pulled him down to kiss her. Dick let out a low groan at her slightly dominate display. Dick picked her up and grunted "Bedroom?"
"Living room, door" Jenny said. She wrapped her legs around his waist and winced at the pain from her side. Dick carried her into the bedroom and made sure the door shut behind them.
From the couch, Xander lifted his head and wagged his tail.
Dick woke up in a heap of bed sheets. He could tell by the way the bed felt that Jenny wasn't there. He turned onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. In the dark, glow in the dark stars were positioned on the ceiling. He could pick out the various constellations.
He got up when he heard the water pipes turn on. He pulled on his underwear and pants. He could hear her cuss through the wall.
"Jen?" Dick said emerging from the bedroom.
"I'm in here" Jenny called out from the bathroom. Dick leaned against the doorframe.
"Are you okay?" Dick asked. He sounded tired because he was tired. He looked around for a clock and found one on the wall behind him. It read 3:30. Jenny opened the door. She had her bandages off and her wound was bleeding a little. "Oh, man. Sit on the counter. I'll fix you up."
Jenny sat on the bathroom counter as Dick cleaned, re-stitched, and bandaged her up. When he was done, he taped a gauze pad over the stitches and helped her off the counter.
"Let's go back to bed" Dick whispered to her.