This is in Dick Grayson's point of view. First time that I try to write as if I was a boy, so if Dick sounds a little too girly, then I'm sorry! :)

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This chapter is dedicated to YOFWRTS! :) If you want to find out why, go look at the Author's Note at the end of the chapter!

Gotham City

October 14, 13: 53 EDT

Dick Grayson POV

"You should do something about your situation." Bruce stated as I came into the large living room. I had a feeling that what he was talking about wasn't exactly the best subject to me at that moment.

"You mean the Diana situation?" I plopped down on the couch next to Bruce, munching on a cinnamon cookie.

Bruce nodded his head twice, and then resumed watching the news channel. That was probably his default channel. I barely ever saw Bruce watching anything other than reporters talking on the television.

"What do you suppose I could do?" I sighed, "She's as mad at me as Alfred was the last time I exploded red paint all over the Batcave. And you know how much of a disaster that was, heavy on the dis."

I wouldn't blame Diana for not wanting to talk to me or even listen to my reasoning for shouting the things I did. She had the every right to ignore me. In fact, I was surprised when she told both Batman and I to be careful, and smiled at me, as we were fighting the Joker two days back. I thought Diana would be infuriated by me to the point of completely ignoring my existence.

Diana and I don't usually fight, in fact, we've only had two major arguments in the almost four years we've known each other. We were so alike, yet so different, in many ways.

She was so fiery about most things she loved or hated. I was incredibly determined over anything that I did, but I didn't hold that same fire that Diana did. While Diana held grudges, I let people go and have justice decide their fate. She sometimes sought out for revenge, but I didn't do that anymore.

Diana was extremely caring and compassionate to her allies and friends, often wanting to nurture and help them in any way she could. I knew that at any given moment our allies could betray us, it wasn't possible for me to have the motherly care that Diana did.

We did have our similarities, but it was more in the small things that not many noticed. Not many noticed, except us two, that is. We had a similar fighting style, the same passion that drove us, and that's why we were always so synchronized during our fights together. I knew what Diana's next move would be because I saw her in me as we fought, and vice versa.

We had the same favorite colour, blue. We liked the same flavour of ice cream, we liked to go out at six o'clock for walks, and we loved wintertime. We liked having multiple friends all over the world, and enjoyed being able to speak more than five languages.

Diana and I would always have each other's back when it came to our past families. Diana would watch acrobatic shows in the TV with me, and I would watch cooking series with her because that was what her mother loved to do. We would try to comfort each other if the memories of our parents got too painful.

We both liked the thrill and danger of the crime fighting life, but at the same time, we feared it just like any other normal person would. We knew that either of us could die at any given moment, so we tried to live life the fullest.

So, to have Diana be so excruciatingly hurt by me, the one person who probably knew her better than anyone else, was horrible. I had always tried to keep her safe from harm's way, but to have me be harm itself?

The things that I screamed at Diana when we had the big fight a few days ago were unforgivable words. Everything that I had told her that night was a lie. Diana was not a…whore…and she was not going around flirting with all guys she saw. I was just jealous of her and Wally's often 'dates', especially after they kissed.

Diana was almost always at my side, and I've gotten used to that. I'm so accustomed to seeing the pretty brunette at my side, and her smile directed at me. Just seeing Diana and Wally act like Diana and I did, it was painful.

I'd gotten foolish, and unreasonable. I was so caught up with my jealousy toward Diana and Wally's stupidly close relationship that I'd shouted at her. That's when I scared Diana, reminding her of the only man who'd done permanent damage to her. I didn't like thinking that I made the only girl that I truly cared about romantically afraid of me.

"Yes, that was a disaster." Bruce chuckled, but his eyes were serious. "I suggest you apologize to her, though. If I know Diana well, which I do, she would mostly want an apology from you. Nothing else."

I glared at him, "Bruce, you didn't see her that night. You didn't see how hurt, how mad, and how afraid I'd made her. I can't just…apologize to her! I need a plan."

I could just go up to Diana and apologize, but I was nervous. It was weird; the fact that I didn't know what she would do to me if I tried talking to her. I didn't have the smallest idea of her reaction, if she would ignore me, hit me, or listen to my explanation for being such a jerk.

Normally, I always knew what Diana was thinking or feeling. I could figure her out as if she was one of those easy mysteries that I had to solve in missions. But now, somehow, I couldn't even fathom about how she would react if I went up to her and started talking. It was an uneasy thought for me.

I could tell that Bruce was trying hard not to laugh, "A plan? You have it bad, Dick."

I stared at Bruce, "Uh, what do I have bad?"

"You like Diana," Bruce explained, "A lot. More than I imagined, actually."

I sighed, "I don't know if I just like her anymore."

I wasn't sure about my feelings, but it was because logic got in the way. Sometimes I thought that Diana was the most beautiful creature in the world, but could people love at only thirteen? I was honestly starting to believe it.

I normally had thoughts of Diana being amazing. She was beautiful, confident, headstrong, and sweet. Diana looked out for everyone, and she had so much potential to be one of the most powerful people on Earth. She was a strong girl, and she was very driven to do the right thing.

Diana was also one of the most caring girls I've ever met, and she liked me for me. She didn't hang around me because she knew I was Robin, but because I was Dick Grayson. She was a great person, inside and out.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Do you lo—"

"Maybe…" I blurted out, "I'm not sure. Is it normal?"

"I'm not going to say it isn't, but—"

"Bruce, I'm not too young! Am I?"

"My parents fell in love at the same age as you!" Bruce exclaimed, annoyed of being interrupted. "At least, my father knew he did. So, no, I don't think you're too young."

I let that sink in for a few moments. Bruce actually thought that I was in love with Diana, and that it was okay for it to happen. I was glad that he approved of my feelings. It was comforting.

"…I should just go and apologize?" I asked Bruce.

My adoptive father nodded, a small smile in his face. It was one of those that were so rare for people to see nowadays. That smile that Bruce was sporting was the one of pride and happiness. "Diana's probably in the Cave today. Dinah told me that she wanted her to train. Apparently, Diana's been staying at home most of the time."

I nodded, a guilty feeling rising up in my chest. The fact that she's been staying at home most of the time was probably my fault. I pushed off from the couch, and started dragging my feet to the grandfather clock in the library. I needed to go and apologize.

I reached the grandfather clock, pressed a button behind it, and the entrance to the Batcave was revealed. I walked into the elevator, and it instantly started descending. I could picture the Caribbean blue eyes, and the chestnut brown hair. The smile that had always adorned her gentle, yet strong features, it probably wasn't there right now.

I wanted to go and apologize.

I reached the metallic floor of the Batcave, the computer automatically turning on when I stepped out of the elevator. My heart was hammering hard with adrenaline, and nerves. I walked toward the zeta beams, and typed in my destination. Mount Justice. I put on my sunglasses; the only thing that was left to do was apologize.

The zeta beam started glowing a bright white, and in a few seconds, I was transported to the inside of Mount Justice. The computer announced my arrival, 'recognized: Robin B01.'

I grabbed a hold of the sleeves of my black jacket. The nerves were eating me up. When the bright shine of the zeta beam had worn off, I noticed that no one was either in the living room or the kitchen. I walked into the mission room, where everyone was having sparring rounds with the other.

Kaldur and M'Gann were fighting each other; Wally and Conner were giving out punches a few meters away from them. Diana was just getting into a fighting stance in front of Artemis when she noticed me. Her blue eyes turned from all right to saddened. Diana turned her face away from me, and returned to her fight with Artemis.

Oh god, I can't apologize to her…I can't do it.

I slowly made my way toward Dinah, who was assessing the sparring matches that each of her pupils were having. She gave me a small smile, and a nod. I could tell that the smile didn't quite reach her eyes, though. She was mad at me for upsetting Diana.

I waited for a few seconds before speaking, "I'm planning on apologizing to her…I, uh…don't know what to say."

"To me?" Dinah didn't take her eyes off the training. "Or to Diana?"

I let a small smirk come out, "Both."

It was true. I had no idea how to start a conversation with Dinah after I had hurt her adoptive daughter, or how to even remotely begin apologizing to Diana. It was hard stuff talking to women, especially the ones closest to you. I would never figure out why, though.

Dinah's ice blue eyes scanned my face, "You have nothing to talk to me about. As long as you don't hurt Diana like this again, I'll be fine with your presence."

"You make it sound as if you've always been annoyed by me." My smirk widened.

"I actually quite enjoy your company." Dinah chuckled, "But apologizing to Diana…I see why you're hesitant. You know, Robin, you really hurt her this time."

Dinah and I turned our gazes to Diana as she sparred with Artemis. She seemed to be putting a lot of effort into her punches and kicks, mostly going in the offense. Her eyebrows were scrunched together, and a frown was evident on her face. She didn't look like she was training, but more like blowing off some steam.

I sighed, "I can see that."

Suddenly, a hand was placed over my shoulder. I looked up at Dinah; she was gazing down at me with kind eyes. "Diana told me of how much she likes you when you're saying sweet things to her. She says that you never really try hard to be nice, it just comes out naturally. Be like that, Robin."

"And you think she'll listen to me?"

There was an undeniable certainty about Dinah's words, "That's all she's wanted to do for the past few days after your fight."

I looked toward the girl of our topic. Diana had sweat trickling down her forehead from so much strain in the fight, and Artemis looked almost intimidated. Diana could be pretty fierce when she wanted to be. I knew that Artemis could handle her, though. There weren't going to be any broken bones today.

Even though Dinah's words comforted me, seeing Diana strike a punch at Artemis' abdomen scared me. I don't think I could just go and apologize to her. I turned to Dinah, "I'm going to the kitchen…"

Dinah raised an eyebrow at me, smugly. She knew that her daughter had just intimidated me, and even though she wanted me to clear things up, she was proud of Diana for making me whimper.

I walked out of the mission room, and through the hallways. What was I going to do? I couldn't just go up to Diana and tell her 'we have to talk', as if we hadn't been ignoring each other for almost a week. She was surely going to punch me to a pulp before even begrudgingly accepting to listen to me.

I came into the kitchen, and took out a glass from one of the top cupboards. I opened the refrigerator, and served myself some lemonade. I took a sip of the drink; it was bittersweet with that familiar tang. I instantly recognized the taste; it was Diana's famous lemonade.

This only made me feel more insecure of coming to the Cave. I gave myself a smack on the head; I needed to gather up my thoughts. But how could I with Diana looking like she was just about ready to kill someone?

I leaned on the marble counter that separated the living room from the kitchen, sipping Diana's homemade lemonade. Artemis, Wally, M'Gann, Diana, and Conner came out of the mission room. They were all slightly panting, and they were, too, searching the refrigerator for lemonade.

"Babe, you make amazing drinks!" Wally sighed contently at Diana as he took a long gulp of her drink.

"Thank you, Wally." Diana stated as she took the glass of lemonade from my hand, as if she didn't want me touching anything that was hers.

Instantly, I was left squirming uncomfortably in my shoes. Diana's presence could do horrible or amazing things to me. At this moment, my reaction was terrible. I. Needed. To. Apologize. To. Her.

Artemis came up to me, whispering in my ear. "Diana told me what happened. Go say sorry, tough guy!"

M'Gann walked up to me, and gave me a forceful nudge. "What are you waiting for, Robin?"

That's when Conner gave me a glare that hinted to the same things that Artemis and M'Gann had told me to do. God, they were really firm on making me go ahead and apologize. I guess that they saw that Diana and I really couldn't afford to lose our friendship. We've basically been inseparable for as long as I can remember.

I watched silently as Diana swayed her hips from side to side when she walked back to the living room. I kept staring at her as she turned on the TV screen, switching to watch a documentary of Pearl Harbor. She's always been nuts about historical events and the stories.

Wally sped over to me, and threw an arm around my shoulders. "Dude, you need to go and apologize. Diana nearly burst into tears yesterday when she was telling me about your fight. You really hurt her."

I gave Wally a sharp glare that would have made him cower had he not been so used to it. "Don't you think I know I hurt her? I know that I have to apologize, and I know that you two tell each other everything. Just don't rub it in my face!"

"I'm not rubbing anything in your face." Wally retreated his arm with a scowl. "Geez, why are you stingy today? Did something crawl up your pants and die?"

"I—" I sighed dejectedly. "I'm sorry, dude. It's just that everyone's been telling me about how much I hurt Diana, and how she's been so sad, and—"

Wally held up a hand, "You're sorry. I just wanted to hear that. It sucks that you've been having to hear that so much, I know it must be killing you. But look at it this way…"

Wally made me turn my eyes to Diana, and quickly, her face returned to her talk with M'Gann and Artemis. She had been staring at me. "…She's as hurt about it as you are. Just that, you were the one who did all the shouting, so everyone's taking her side."

I pushed Wally playfully aside, looking at him disapprovingly. "Thanks, Wally."

"You're looking at me just like Diana does when I do something bad." Wally chuckled, "Just go up to her and say sorry. She'll really appreciate it."

"You make it sound easier than it is."

"Maybe because it is, but you make it seem hard."

"Pretty wise words from the resident speedster."

"Hey, I have my days!" Wally winked, and then sped off to who knows where.

Wally was right, it might be easier than I was making it seem. I have a bad habit of making things seem more complicated at times, but that just comes with adolescence. It's a bad side effect, but one that I had to live with for a while.

Artemis, M'Gann, Dinah, Bruce, Conner, and Wally were determined to make me go and apologize to Diana. I knew that much from the words they had exchanged with me today.

Kaldur came into the kitchen, and took a glass of the last bit of lemonade. "Hello, Robin."

"Uh, hey, Kaldur." I greeted him. I was slightly hesitant because I knew that he saw Diana as his little sister.

After Kaldur filled his glass, he started walking to the living room, but paused to look at me. "You should go and apologize…Diana would like that."

Make that seven people who knew, and wanted, to make me apologize to Diana. And that must have been enough fuel for me to work up some courage to ask Diana to talk to me because when she turned to give me the smallest of glances, I locked eyes with her. I silently told her to go meet me at the basement, and she gave me a subtle nod.

I walked out of the kitchen, not meeting eyes with anyone in fear that they would figure out my plan and would start wolf whistling as I left. I took the elevator down to the basement, and when I reached the level where the bioship was located, I sat down on the steps that led to the small manmade lake.

The Sphere that Conner had found back in Bialya came toward me, beeping in what I assumed to be a greeting. "Hey, Sphere. What's up?"

The Sphere beeped again, but it was longer this time. I gave it a small confused smile, not really sure what it was trying to tell me. "That's nice." Sphere could have been telling me that it was bored out of its mind, but I couldn't bring myself to try and formulate a more sensible answer.

"Well, you have a way of talking to machines." Diana crossed her arms as she came to stop walking behind me. Her blue eyes were teasing, but her mouth had been set in a tight line. I could tell that she was trying hard not to seem like I was easily going to be forgiven.

"Please, sit down?" I patted the spot next to me on the steps hopefully. Diana sighed, but sat down beside me. She was fiddling with the end of her jean skirt. She looked cute doing that.

We sat in silence for a while, just looking out into the water under the Cave's roof. I was looking for a way to start the conversation, but none seemed fitting. I just when with the normal, "How've you been?"

Diana glared at me like she was saying, how the hell do you think I've been?

I chuckled nervously, "Sorry, sorry…Um, I—"

"Are you just going to sit stuttering and never saying a thing," Diana kept looking out into the water, "Or are you actually going to say something worth listening to?"

The slight edge in her voice made me cringe, but I knew that I deserved it. "I wanted to apologize…"

Diana snorted, "For what? For shouting things at me that weren't true, or for acting just like my father would have years ago?"

I didn't know what she meant by 'years ago', her father was supposed to still be acting as bad as he had when Diana was little. She made it sound as if he wasn't like that anymore. "For both…Those things that I said the other night, they weren't true. I'm sorry for shouting, and scaring you."

"You think I was scared?" Diana smirked, "Please, I was nowhere near—"

"D?" I cut her off, "Swallow your pride down for a moment, I'm trying to be sweet and apologize. You're not making this easy for me."

"Do I ever make things easy for you?" Diana's smirk turned into a teasing smile. I shook my head, and she laughed. It was a sound that I was happy to hear. "Then don't expect me to make this situation easy, either."

"Aren't you…mad at me?" I asked her.

Diana nodded, "Of course I am. So, I suggest you start apologizing to me profoundly."

I sighed, there she was. That was the Diana that I knew, the one that would tease me for doing something stupid, and then make me do the right thing. She would never stop until I righted my wrongs. She cared about me, and maybe that was why she was giving me a second chance.

I walked down two steps, and got on my knees. My heart was hammering hard in my chest as I took Diana's hands. My chest filled with proud warmth when I saw her cheeks get all red, and she tried to avoid my gaze.

"Diana Crane, I am sorry." I gave Diana a small smile. "I shouldn't have said any of the things I did the other night, they were just lies that I made up because of how mad I was. I was stupid, and selfish. I hurt you, and that's something that I never want to do again. It's something that I promise to try and never do again."

I could tell that Diana wanted to ask me as to why I had been mad at her the other day. I couldn't tell her, though. If I told her the reason, because I was jealous of her and Wally, she would know that I loved her.

I got up from my kneeling position, and kissed Diana's cheek. Her face started reddening more and more with every passing moment. I sat down beside her again, still holding her hands. "I don't deserve your friendship, and you didn't deserve what I did to you when we fought. For that, I am so incredibly sorry. Please, forgive me?"

I gave Diana the puppy eyes that I knew she never resisted, and she cracked a wide toothy grin. It was that goofy and silly smile she got when she was truly happy with her position. "Apology accepted, Wonder Boy."

I let go of Diana's hands, almost reluctantly. I didn't like the fact that my hands felt like they were freezing up now. Diana pulled me in for a tight hug, though. I must admit it was much better than just holding hands.

I wrapped one arm around her back, and the other came up to tangle with her sweet scented hair. She smelled just like the ocean breeze, and pineapple. Diana's arms came to wrap themselves around my waist, and she fisted my jacket. Finally, we knew we were going to be all right.

We were happy, and we didn't want to let go.

This chapter is dedicated to YOFWRTS because she gave me the idea of everyone telling Dick to apologize to Diana! Thank you so very much! :)