Hey everyone! Yes, I am a recent updater and I will continue to update quickly. Someone did flame me, via personal message, so if you dislike my story then don't read it, problem solved. Anyways thanks for all the reviews and here's the next chapter, it probably sounds like a filler in chappie, but believe me its not. The apartment and scene is Kinda important but forgive me if its lame lol! Anyways here's the disclaimer (which I personally loath with every fiber in my soul)
Disclaimer- I do not own Teen Titans
Chapter 4
I led Nightwing up the stairs to my room, which was trashed, my beautiful bedroom was ruined. All my paintings, my bed, my dresser. My closet was open, the door was ripped off, and all my clothes had been strewn over the floor. I started crying, silently, and grabbed a bag from the floor.
Searching through my disaster of a room a pulled out a pair of faded hipster jeans, a white halter neck and a black leather jacket.
Nightwing wandered around my room, looking at marks on the wall, running his finger across the top of what was left of my dresser.
I looked through all the mess, and found one of my beautiful Black leather knee high boots, padded on the inside. I smiled despite everything that had just happened. These boots were my favorite shoes I owned. They had a slight heel with a pointed toe, casual yet dressy and they could go with anything.
I searched around feverishly, trying to find its mate. I found it, and nearly screamed with joy. Most of my clothes had been shredded, with a knife by looks of it.
I shoved everything in my bag, and mentally thanked God that I still had about two million dollars in my bank account.
"Nightwing, this is it, and…thanks, for helping me" I said, with gratitude.
He smiled slightly,
"No problem. Although I think you might need to buy some more clothes"
I smiled despite my situation. But hey, I was a millionaire model; I could buy a house if I wanted.
"Yes, but…have you ever heard of the Shining Stealer?" I asked, while rummaging around my room looking for anything that wasn't ruined. I found a black strapless bra and matching panties.
Nightwing was silent for a moment, looking distant.
"Yes, He's notorious for bank robberies and heists, you know, diamonds, gems and cash, that sort of thing ya know? He's always been a small time villain but…" he trailed off, giving me a meaningful look.
I knew what he meant; the small time villain suddenly going for a big time model.
"So, are we going back to the place where we were before?" I asked, standing up straight. The Shining Stealer or whoever had trashed my apartment had taken all my jewelry, rings, necklaces and earrings.
"No, we're going back to my place, that was a hideout when things get…sticky" he replied, bending down to examine something.
I nodded,
"Well, this is it, lets go" I murmured, casting one last glance around my ruined room.
He grabbed my hand and gently led me back to his motorbike.
We raced along on his motorbike with the wind and rain driving against us. I pressed myself against him, trying to keep dry and safe, and only then did I realize exactly how I was leaning into him. I pulled back slightly, and I'm, not sure, but I could have distinctly sworn that I saw a small smile on Nightwing's face.
He turned a sharp corner, and I hung on for dear life. I had never ridden a motorbike, save for when we drove to my apartment, and to be truthful, it was bloody freaky. Every turn I felt as though the bike was going to hit the ground side on.
I still wore the blue silk night gown that he had lent me, but I was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of black track pants underneath it.
To be honest, I felt sick, I mean, what if someone knew about my secret? They could use it against me, show everyone just who I am. What if this Shining Stealer guy was an idiot, who knew nothing, but was trying to make himself heard, by the big guys? What if Nightwing hadn't been there to save me, would I have really let the bullet hit me? What if I'd have fought back, seriously, and let my emotions become righteous fury, what then?
I closed my eyes, shutting all the 'what ifs' out of my head.
Then Nightwing took a sharp turn to the right and yelled,
"HOLD ON, SOMEONE'S TAILING US!"
I knew exactly what he meant, and I turned around. Sure enough, there were two black station wagons, their head lights beaming in on us. I couldn't see who was inside, but whoever it was meant trouble.
I gripped Nightwing tightly, and didn't hesitate to press into him; I really wanted to live right now. Seriously, I really didn't fancy being stalked by this psycho Stealing guy and be killed while taken hostage.
I screamed suddenly as a bullet whizzed past my ear. Oh lord, what was going on?
Nightwing swore and he took a hard left, skidding in the rain. I felt the bike slide and prayed that it wouldn't tip.
Another gunshot sounded and a bullet whizzed past me, and hit Nightwing on the shoulder. I felt him shudder and concern washed over me. I took a quick look and felt slightly relieved that it was just a graze, no major wound, but it was still bleeding, a lot.
I looked behind us, and my eyes opened in surprise at how close they were getting. I knew the N-cycle was fast, but these guys were pushing their feet down hard on the pedals.
I tried desperately to get a look at someone on the inside, but the driving rain and the wagon's windshield wipers just wouldn't let me.
I turned back to face Nightwing, and glanced at his face, which was set in hard determination.
"KORI HOLD ON!" He shouted, and I tightened my hold across his stomach.
He lurched forward, the bike rising up on its hind wheel, and I gasped, feeling like I was going to fall of the back.
But then the front tire hit the ground and we bumped, then he pushed a button by the right handle and I held back a scream as he activated what I thought were turbo boosters, because the bike literally spit fire from the gas pipe and tore off, leaving the wagons far behind.
I looked back, and sighed with relief as the station wagons faded away. A least that part was over. I took another look at Nightwing's shoulder, it was bleeding heavily.
"NIGHTWING, PULL OVER!" I cried, hoping he'd here.
He must have, because he took a side road and pulled over by the curb.
"Are you nuts? They could still be on our trail!" He exclaimed, staring at me like I was in insane.
Maybe I was, but I couldn't stand to see him hurt.
"Just hold still" I ordered. He reluctantly agreed as I hopped off the bike, and said,
"Don't look" He didn't, he closed his eyes and turned his head the other way.
I took off the blue robe, shivering in the rain, and then ripped of my white tee. I shoved the robe back on, feeling the wet material sink onto my skin, I shuddered.
"You can look now" I murmured, while ripping strips of my Tee. He turned his head, gave me an odd look untill I ordered,
"Hold still, this is going to hurt" I added the last part on more softly, then quickly wiped the blood from his hurt shoulder, the rain helping immensely.
He winced slightly as I wound a strip of my tee around his arm, and another around his shoulder. He flinched suddenly as I pulled tight on the knot, trying to stop more bleeding. I wrapped his arm up completely, untill I was satisfied with the outcome.
"There" I murmured, while inspecting it to see if it was holding fine.
"Thank you" He said softly, looking at his wounded shoulder, then at me.
I smiled slightly, and then got back on the bike behind him, being careful not to bump his shoulder.
Wrapping my arms securely around his waist he revved the engine and took off into the pouring rain.
We arrived outside a large apartment complex, one which I have never seen before in my entire life.
He parked the bike in the garage and we hopped off.
Nightwing held out his hand and I took it, nervous and jumpy.
He led me threw a door then he flicked on a light. I was standing in a well decorated hallway, not something that I would normally go for, but it was really good. There was plush dark blue carpet beneath my feet, the walls were painted a white/blue color, and weird yet shapely painting's hung on the wall.
I stepped forward to take a look at one painting but Nightwing pulled me back,
"Never rush forward into unknown territory" he warned, then bent down and pulled the corner of the carpet up. There was a red button and a green button underneath.
He pressed the green button and red lines appeared all the way down the hall, like lasers in the night.
He then pressed the red button and they faded,
"Laser activation system. Step through one and the paintings will roll down and guns will come out. It's one of my active defense systems" he explained, whilst getting up and putting the carpet back.
I nodded dumb-foundly, thinking that I could have been shot to pieces by a gun in less then ten seconds.
"So, is it ok now?" I asked, glancing around the hall.
Nightwing laughed,
"Yeah, its fine"
I nodded and started down the hall, stopping at pictures that interested me. We came to a door and he opened it, it led to a staircase spiraling upwards.
"That hall is just a distraction, my actual home is upstairs" He pointed upwards and we started climbing.
"What don't you have an elevator?" I joked, while looking down when we reached the top.
He shook his head,
"Nah, too expensive"
I laughed, then looked seriously at him,
"Where's you bathroom and you first aid kit?" I asked, indicating to his wounded shoulder.
"Just over there" He pointed towards a door across the other side of the room. I looked around quickly, black leather sofa's, wide screen TV, joining kitchen with black and white tiles and a pot plant by the sofa.
"Come on, we have to get your shoulder cleaned up" I murmured, leading him off to the doorway, which happened to be painted white.
We entered the bathroom, which was all white and gold; to me it didn't seem like a guy's choice, the whole house in fact, unless Nightwing had a girlfriend who did it for him. Girlfriend. Oh shit. What if I was flirting with a guy that was already taken?
"Nightwing, do you umm…have a girlfriend?" I asked, feeling like a right idiot.
He grinned at me and I blushed,
"Nah"
I let out a large huff of breathe, one which I didn't know I'd been holding. I started laughing, at my own stupidity. He laughed along, but stopped and winced as the movement hurt his shoulder.
I frowned,
"Come here and show me where the first aid kit is" I ordered softly.
He showed me and I bent down beneath the sick to get it. I came out a moment later, and saw Nightwing seated on the toilet seat.
Looking through the first aid kit, I pulled out some gauze, some bandages and a sling, along with some Detol.
I moved over to him and bent down on my knees, carefully un-wrapping my ripped shirt from his arm. I placed the bloody strips in the bin beside me. The blood had clotted over the wound, but because of the released pressure it had started bleeding again.
"Nightwing, you're gonna have to take your shirt off" I stated, giving up trying to keep the wound clean from around his torn uniform.
"But I-" he protested weakly but I cut him off,
"No buts; just do it" I ordered firmly.
He growled, looked at me with mock hatred then stripped off his shirt from his chest.
Ok, to be totally honest, I felt like such a freak. I couldn't help but sneak glances at his well defined chest and muscled arms, and the rock hard six pack abs. I blushed so hard I thought my face was going to burn to ashes.
Nightwing must have noticed but didn't say anything, just sat there, holding his shirt in his hands and trying to look at his wounded shoulder.
At first I fumbled with the Detol and trying to clean his wound; luckily it wasn't deep and wasn't going to need stitches. I bandaged it up and when he protested about the sling I strapped it on firmly and said,
"I don't care if you're a superhero; your arm needs to be in a sling for a good three days. Just take some time off from being Mr Hero" luckily it was his left arm that was in the sling, meaning he could still use his right, but I doubted he was un-skilled with both, and could probably write with both.
"Fine" he mumbled, glaring at me evilly in mock hatred.
I laughed,
"There's a good little Nightwing" and patted him on the head.
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