All Regan heard was the blast, and for a long moment, all she could see was fire and smoke. Then the smoke cleared, and she realized that she had been separated from Dick in the blast. He had landed near the door, and one of the remaining security guards had dragged him out, all the while screaming her name. She herself had landed close to the Egyptian exhibit, which had two, big columns right outside the entrance covered in hieroglyphics.

Regan realized really quickly that she needed to get out of there. Guests of the gala were still running around in a frenzy, a few with cuts and scrapes on them. None of the Wayne children were there, all dragged out by security, and she couldn't see Bruce Wayne either. Security was pulling other guests out, as well, as they reached the doors. No one wanted to go over to where the explosion had taken place, which made sense.

The Penguin was over there, surrounded by henchmen. He wanted to steal the priceless artifacts the museum held.

Knowing they probably wouldn't recognize her as an employee, Regan went to push herself up to get out, only for a sharp jolt of pain to travel up her arm as she put her weight on it.

Her wrist, that had been sprained nearly a month ago due to a mugger, was most certainly broken.

Regan held back a cry of pain, not wanting to bring the attention of any of the henchmen to her, or worse, the Penguin himself. Penguin wasn't afraid to kill someone if they got in his way, and Regan was suddenly understanding why her parents had moved to Metropolis.

Bringing her injured wrist up to cradle it against her chest, Regan used her other hand to push herself up. Once she was up, she kicked off her shoes, deciding that trying to run in heels would not end well. She already had a broken wrist, she didn't need a broken ankle, too.

Regan hid behind one of the Egyptian columns, peaking around at the supervillain. He was short, and his hands looked more like flippers than fingers, and he wore a tuxedo and top hat. His nose was long and pointed, and he seemed to wear a permanent sneer on his face. It was easy to see why he was called The Penguin.

"What're we looking at?"

"Jesus!" Regan jumped, turning. She wound her good arm back, ready to hit the newcomer with a heel.

"Whoa, hey! I'm a good guy!" the person exclaimed, and then Regan finally actually looked at him. He had on a red and yellow suit, with two R's emblazoned on the chest. "Man, 'Wing told me you were a spitfire, didn't think he meant it seriously."

"'Wing… What? You mean Nightwing?" Regan asked, her eyes wide as she looked at the young superhero in front of her. He had a mask on his face, the areas of his eyes not covered by it blacked out with war paint, but she could still see the blue of his eyes.

"Yeah, 'course I mean Nightwing," Red Robin said. "He couldn't be here tonight, but he sends his regards."

"Tell him I said hi, then," Regan said. "In the meantime, how am I supposed to get out of here?"

"Easy," Red Robin grinned. "I'm going to provide a distraction, and you run like hell."

"Seems easy enough," Regan agreed. "Just to the door?"

"Yep," the vigilante said. "There's paramedics out there, that wrist doesn't look great and I'd hate for it to be made worse."

"Ready when you are," she said, tightening her grip on her shoes. She was completely ready to use them as weapons if she had to.

Red Robin glanced at her, grinned, then ran to provide the distraction she needed to get out. Taking it as it was, Regan took off, heading for the door. She managed to get out, her hair completely in disarray, and the pain in her wrist becoming more and more obvious to her as she went.

"Regan!"

"Dick?!"

Turning, Regan barely had time to register Dick coming at her, until he had her in his arms.

"Are you alright?!" Dick asked, hugging her tightly to him. He was covered in smoke and dust, his perfect black hair windswept and messy. She didn't see any of his siblings, but figured they'd all left to go home.

"I'm fine," Regan said as he pulled away, leaving his hands on her upper arms. "I think my wrist is broken, though."

It was then that Dick noticed how gingerly she was holding her right wrist, and dropped his hands to gently bring it away from her chest.

"With any luck, it's just a fracture," Dick said, gently rolling her wrist over. Regan winced as he touched a particular spot, groaning in pain. "Sorry," he glanced back up at her face, taking in the pain that she was trying so hard to hide.

"I'll be alright," Regan said. "What about you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Dick said. "Just some minor bumps and bruises. Come on, let's get you to a paramedic."

"Yes, please," Regan muttered, falling into his side as he wrapped an arm around her.

Dick was quick to bring her to an ambulance; a paramedic rushed forward upon seeing her and gently examined her arm.

"It's definitely broken, but trust me, you don't want me to set it out here," the woman said. "I'm gonna wrap it up for now, but I need to stay here for more life threatening injuries, is there someone who can take you to Gotham General?"

"I can take her," Dick said, stepping up to stand next to her.

"Good man," the woman nodded in approval as she finished wrapping up Regan's wrist. "Alright, let the nurse know a paramedic wrapped the wrist, they'll be able to fix you right up."

Regan nodded. "Thank you," she said.

"My pleasure, honey. Now go on, get your wrist fixed."

"Come on, Rae" Dick said, putting a gentle hand on her back.

Regan nodded again, backing away from the paramedic to follow him to his car. They were silent as they walked, until the adrenalin coursing through Regan's veins finally began to fade away, and she shivered in the cold air.

Dick didn't even say anything, simply took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

"Thanks," she said quietly, bringing her good hand up to grip at the lapels of the jacket.

"You're welcome," Dick replied. They reached his mustang and Dick held open her door for her.

"Thanks for taking me to the hospital," Regan said after a few minutes. She still had Dick's jacket around her shoulders, and her bad arm was propped up on the door.

"Not a problem," he responded, glancing over at her for a moment. "Sorry the gala ended like that."

"Do all Wayne galas end with supervillains bursting in?" she asked, turning to rest her head on the headrest so she could look at him.

He shrugged. "A surprising amount, actually." He glanced over at her again, meeting her eyes.

"Well, at least now I know for the future," Regan said, a good-natured grin pulling her lips up. A bump in the road dropped that smile though, and she groaned. "God, that fucking hurts."

"Sorry, Rae," Dick apologized. "We're almost there, and they'll give you the good stuff."

"You know what really sucks?" Regan asked after a moment. "I left my glasses, keys, even my normal clothes, all in my office. I keep a spare key by the front door, but these damn contacts are drying out. I have drops, but those are for short term. Not however many hours until I can get to my spare pair."

"Once you get called back, I'll drive back to the museum and get your stuff," Dick said.

"Oh, Dick, you don't have to do that-"

"I want to," Dick cut her off. "It was my family's gala that got you injured. And besides, I doubt they'll let me go back with you, so I can drive to the museum, grab your stuff, and get back in time to meet you in the lobby so I can take you home."

Regan sat silently for a moment, and then, "You don't have to take me home, I can call an uber."

Dick snorted, and looked at her again. "The stuff they're gonna give you in there, you're not gonna be able to walk let alone call an uber," he said. "I'll take you home, make sure you get in safely."

"Thanks," Regan finally whispered.

Dick smiled at her.

They reached the hospital a few minutes later, and Dick walked in with her. They sat in that waiting room for two hours after checking in. Other people from the gala trickled in, some with serious injuries getting taken back immediately, and others with less serious injuries being sent to wait.

They sat on a bench, Regan's injured arm held lightly against Dick's side. He had an arm around her shoulders, and she had reached up with her left hand to entwine their fingers together. They mostly talked about what it was like for Dick to go from a circus kid to a rich kid, Regan's parents, and their jobs.

At one point, Regan decided all the pins keeping her hair up was giving her a headache, so she let go of Dick's hand to start picking them out. Dick took the pins as she pulled them out, and even started helping her pull them out near the end. She undid the two braids, and finally ran her good hand through her blonde locks.

"Bobbi Pins are a great invention, but man they can start to hurt after a while," she said, taking the twenty or so pins from Dick's hand to put into her pocket. She chose that moment to put some drops into her eyes, as well.

"Yeah, my ex-girlfriend hated these things," Dick said.

"Never met a girl who doesn't," Regan replied. She leaned back against his side, and Dick wrapped his arm back around her.

Finally, when a nurse called Regan back, the two stood up.

"You'll be fine, Rae," Dick said, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"Thanks, Dick, for everything." She looked up at him with big blue eyes, and he smiled, a small turn up of his lips.

"It was my pleasure," he finally said. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to her forehead. "I'll see you when you get back out."

Regan nodded, a blush covering her cheeks. Then she turned, and went with the nurse.

While Regan was getting fixed, Dick did as promised and went back to the museum. Penguin was gone, and there were a few people trying to get a start on the cleanup. The hole Penguin had blown into the wall was taped off with yellow caution tape.

Heading for a side-door he knew was there from his multiple trips there as a kid, Dick easily snuck in and found his way to Regan's office. The office was very… her. He'd noticed the first time he'd gone in there the pictures and things decorating the walls. As he gathered up her clothes, keys, and glasses, he paused at a new frame on her desk.

About two weeks previously, Regan had gotten news on one of her midterms. She'd passed with a mid-A, and was ridiculously excited about- mostly because it was really hard and she'd spent weeks studying for it. So, Dick had taken her out for drinks to celebrate, her and Sasha, who had tagged along. The new frame had a selfie she'd taken that night, of her, Sasha, and Dick. Dick was between the two girls, an arm around both, and there was a big smile on all three of their faces.

Sasha was a woman who Dick was quickly beginning to see as a friend. She loved to have fun, and wouldn't say no to a good flirt, but she was fiercely loyal to Regan, and had not flirted even once with him since the night they first met. It seems like she realized that Dick only had eyes for Regan, and had thus backed off. He respected her for that; he'd met plenty of girls in the past who would happily sleep with their best friend's boyfriends.

Putting the frame back down, Dick looked around for the backpack he knew she'd brought in. Finally, he found it under her desk and opened it. There were a couple textbooks and notebooks in there, but he was able to fit her jeans and hoodie into it. He put her keys and glasses into a front pocket, and finally, deciding he had everything, left.

Dick made it back to the hospital quickly, and handed off the backpack to a nurse, making sure to tell her that Regan's contacts were drying out and her glasses were in the front pocket for her.

He fiddled with his phone as he waited, fielding texts from his brothers and father.

You disappeared after the gala, are you okay?

Dick smiled slightly at the text from his father, and quickly responded.

Regan broke her wrist in the attack, I took her to Gotham General. Gonna drive her back to her apartment and be back at the manor later.

Alright, son. Be careful.

Always am, B

He waited a few more minutes, and finally a nurse appeared with Regan, pushing the younger girl in a wheelchair.

She had been changed from her dress back into her hoodie and jeans from earlier in the day, and her wrist was in a thick black cast, the sleeve of her hoodie looking bulky around it. Her contacts must have been taken out, as well, as she now was wearing a pair of dark blue glasses.

"Hiya, Dick!" she exclaimed, and Dick couldn't help the amused smile from pulling his lips up.

"Hi, Rae," he said, "Is she okay?" he asked the nurse. She held the backpack in her hands, the dress stuffed into it. She'd left her shoes in Dick's car.

"She'll be fine," the nurse said, handing over the backpack. Dick slung it over his shoulder. "We had to give her some pretty strong stuff to numb her arm; made her a little bit loopy. The feeling should come back in her arm by morning, and after that, give her one of these pills every six hours for a few days. She'll have to come back in eight weeks to get the cast off, but after that, she should be just fine."

"Thanks," he said, and then he held out his hand to her. "Ready to go home, Regan?"

"Yessssss!" she exclaimed. Regan tried to give him her right hand out of habit, but then burst into laughter when she realized that it was covered in a cast. "Hey, did you know I'm right handed?"

"I had a feeling," Dick replied, reaching forward to grab her left hand. Pulling her up, he wrapped his arm around her. "You can send the bill to Wayne Manor, to Richard Grayson, I'll take care of it," he said, and the nurse nodded. "Alright, babe, ready to go?"

"Babe," Regan repeated. "I didn't know I was a babe"

"I almost kissed you tonight, I think you qualify as a babe," Dick said as he led her to his car. "Alright, do you know your address?"

"My address," Regan said. "Do I know my address," she repeated. "I live in a building!"

"Yeah, I got that," Dick laughed, "Do you know which one?"

"Um…" she broke off, her blue eyes wide. Dick glanced at her, having not yet started driving. "It's big, and I'm on like… the sixth floor."

"Sixth floor, that's good," Dick said. "Hard to break in to a sixth floor apartment."

"The Red Hood landed on my balcony once," she said, head leaned back against the headrest. "I gave him a cookie."

Dick snorted; he remembered that night. Jason had come back to the manor after patrol raving about the most perfect chocolate chip cookie he'd ever had, even better than Alfred's.

Actually, that gave him idea.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Jason's number and hoped he wasn't on patrol that night. Regan was so out of it, staring out the window with an awe-struck expression, that he was certain she wouldn't remember the conversation.

"What's up, Dickiebird?" his brother answered.

"Hey, Jase, you know that girl I'm talking to, Regan?" he asked.

"The spitfire?" he laughed, "Hell yeah! Tim met her tonight as RR, he says she's great. What about her?"

Dick grinned. "Remember that girl who gave you a chocolate chip cookie, you said it was better than Alfred's?"

He could practically hear the grin on his brother's face as he moaned. "Do I ever," he said.

"Yeah, turns out that was Regan."

"That was your girl?" Jason laughed. "Oh boy, just wait until you taste her chocolate chip cookies! They're better than anything I've ever had ever!"

"Great," Dick said, "Do you happen to know what building she lives in? She was at the gala when it got attacked, and broke her wrist."

"Holy shit, is she okay?" Jason asked, suddenly sounded worried.

"She's fine, but the doctors gave her the good stuff; can't remember where she lives apart of it's a big building and she's on the sixth floor."

Jason thought about it for a moment. "Yeah, I think I do," he said, and then told him the address. "From the outside, it was most definitely the sixth floor. It was on the side facing an alley, I think fourth balcony on the left."

"Alright, thanks, Jace."

Jason didn't respond to that, simply hanging up. Dick didn't really notice, dropping his own phone into the cupholder and finally putting his car into drive.

"Hey, that's my building!" Regan exclaimed once they arrived. Dick chuckled and helped her out.

"It is," he said. "You know what number you are?"

"608!" she said, as if from muscle memory.

"Alright, that makes things easy," Dick said, grabbing her keys from the front pocket of the backpack. He led her inside to her apartment, where he unlocked the door.

Getting her inside was easy enough, and she stumbled her way to her bedroom by herself. Dick didn't try to undress her to get her ready for bed- he didn't think she'd appreciate that once she was sober.

Still, he followed her into her rom, flipping on lights as he did. The walls were painted a forest green, and her bed- a Queen size- was pushed against two walls. Her dresser was pushed against the wall at the foot of her bed, making it look like she had a little nook. Shelves lined with books, DVDs, and other knickknacks lined her walls. On the same wall as the door, there was a vanity which essentially acted as another dresser. She had a TV mounted on the wall opposite of her bed, so she could lay in bed and watch it. A dog bed was under it, but laying on her bed, with a light green comforter, was a dog. A big dog.

"Gracie!" Regan squealed, rushing over to the dog. It appeared to be a black Labrador, and very happily allowed her to hug its head. "Dick, come meet Gracie!"

Seeing as it was almost 2 in the morning, Dick wasn't surprised that the dog had been sleeping peacefully. Although he wondered briefly if it had been fed.

"Hi, Gracie," he said, going over to the Labrador, still curled up on Regan's bed. She'd joined it on the bed, laying out next to it. Holding out his hand, Dick allowed Gracie to sniff him, and then she licked him.

"Good girl, Gracie!" Regan exclaimed, very happy that her dog had accepted him.

Dick grinned and chuckled. "Okay, I think you need to go to bed, Regan," he said.

"Thank you for taking me home!" she exclaimed, eyes still wide.

"You're welcome," he said. "Good night, Rae."

"Good night!"

Dick chuckled again, and closed the door behind him.

Sighing, he checked his watch and cringed a little bit. It was after 2 in the morning. Normally, he'd be well into a patrol as Nightwing by now. But Regan had needed him, and he still wasn't really sure if she would need him in the morning, or not. So. Going into a closet he found, Dick found some pillows and blankets and took refuge on the couch. Sending a quick text to Bruce, he made himself comfortable, and finally fell asleep.