"Why are we here?"

"I thought you might like it."

Nightwing and Bloom Blaster, or rather their civilian personas were now in her home country. At the movies of all places.

"And I repeat: why am I here?"

"C'mon, it'll be fun."

The bat was trying to get back in her good graces. She enjoyed spending time with him once upon time, maybe this was the cue to start being human again and try it. Zemirah waltzed to the escalator, fully ignoring him. They bought tickets, well, Dick bought the tickets. And the snacks. In the movie theatre the girl sat and stared at the screen not sparing him a single glance. He made a few jokes concerning the characters and even managed to coax out the tiniest of smiles. But almost as soon as it came it was gone and she was watching the screen almost disinterestedly. Afterwards he bought her ice cream. If she appreciated any of it, she didn't make herself known. They bought Abu-Ghazi for an early dinner and ate in complete silence.

"Do you want to go anywhere else?"

She only looked up at him, before turning her attention back to her kapsalon. That was the most she'd looked at him all day. Whenever she spoke to him, if she spoke to him, she looked at a wall, a poster, anything else she found interesting. It gave him some hope.

"Are you sure you don't want to go anywhere else?"

Zemirah looked over to the parking lot, seemingly contemplating. When she finally spoke, she didn't look away.

"Monop'."

So the two of them drove all the way from Simpson Bay, to Marigot. On the other side of the island. At this point, Dick was just relieved that the island wasn't any bigger. It might've taken them forever otherwise. She grabbed a basket and began shopping around. Pulling in two bottles of juice and packs of biscuits along with several kinds of chocolate. She pulled over to the cashier and picked up several other sachets of… Well the bat certainly didn't know. This was her turf and he sure as hell did not want to irritate her by asking questions. They left the sore with him carrying her things.

"Home."

And so home they went. Zemirah moved to get out of the car, taking her things and leaving without a word. He wanted to pretend that this whole ordeal helped some; really, he did. But by the way she slammed the door when he said good night warned him that he'd gotten nowhere.

The very next day it was like he was back to square one.

Once again, she pretended that he didn't exist, save for missions. She glared at him like he was the devil incarnate and hit so hard in sparring he actually bruised.

Clearly, he'd made the problem worse.

.-.

A/N: 1. Zemirah's home country is St. Maarten/St. Martin, specifically Dutch St. Maarten; for those of you who haven't checked my profile.

2. Abu-Ghazi is a shwarma place in St. Maarten that also serves kapsalon.

3. Kapsalon is a Dutch dish

4. Monop' is short for Monoprix, a French retail chain with locations both in France and French St. Martin.

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