Did I mention already I am not an early bird? Well, the end is probably really nigh.
I woke up by the sunrise. I lied in my bed and tried to find out why is this silly smile on my face. What did I dream about?
And then I remembered. And the smile grew wider. Had anybody seen me, he´d have to consider me being Joker toxin victim.
Cuddled in warm blanket I replayed yesterday´s evening in my head again and again. How Dick took me in his arms and soothed me. How he sat, with me still in his arms, in the armchair – I just refused to let him go. How he whispered something in my hair, until I fell asleep.
Where is he now? I quickly turned around to my other side.
Second half of my double bed looked the same as always. Pile of clothes waiting to be ironed. Another pile of books. Mobile phone.
Sighting, I reached out for it and checked the time, trying to chase away the tears welling in my eyes by blinking. He was gone. Good old sorrow creeping back in my heart.
Well, no time to mourn, job is calling.
I kicked the blanket aside, so I could hop out of the bed. Suddenly I froze. There was a loud banging and clattering coming from the kitchen, followed by murmured swearing.
Aaand smile back on.
"Dick Grayson! Step away from the stove, hands above your head! I have a fluffy slipper and I will use it!" I shouted, after tiptoeing into my small kitchen.
Dick´s startled expression was worthless. As well as the smile that lit his face.
"I repeat: Drop the pan and step away from the stove," I said and tried to look menacing. But the corners of my lips were twitching.
"I´m sorry, ma´am, I just wanted to make breakfast," Dick pouted, his eyes sparkling. Carefully, as if holding the gun, he laid the pan on the stove, stepped aside and showed me empty hands.
I lowered the hand in which I was holding really very fluffy slipper. In that very moment Dick jumped at me, hugging me tightly. "Good morning," he whispered.
I left myself to bask in the moment for a while, and then I broke free from his arms.
"I am having a shower. You -" I dug finger in his chest - "touch nothing." I thought for a moment. "All right, tea here, coffee here, mugs there. You are allowed to use jug kettle," I gave him the permit nobly.
"Yes, ma´am," he bowed mockingly, and when he straightened up, he was grinning again.
I sighted, rolling my eyes and I walked away to the bathroom. But I was almost floating with happiness.
Teeth, shower, make-up, I think I´ve set a new world record. Even though I have to admit it was partially out of fear what disaster could Dick inflict in the kitchen. Seriously, I am impressed he didn´t manage to burn his apartment in Blüdhaven to the ground yet…
When I came out of the bathroom, dressed in dark trousers and blouse, hair pinned up in a bun, the coffee smelled in the kitchen, and it looked the room survived. Dick sat at the table, smiling warmly. I sighted with a smile. I could really get used to this.
I threw two slices of bread into the toaster and took the butter, jam and hard-boiled eggs out of the fridge.
We sat across the table, Dick unusually quiet. I spread butter over my toast mindlessly, then I spoke nonchalantly at last. "So… what are you going to do today? I suppose you are still officially… err..." "Dead." "Yeah, so I guess you can´t just go strolling through the city."
"I am a master of disguise," he smirked, but quickly grew solemn again. "Well, you know, I have to..."
"Go see Bruce, I get it. He should know you are..." A hint of guilt in his eyes was short, but noticeable.
"He knows already," I said dryly. Of course, he´s the Batman. "How long..." I fell silent again, unable to speak. No, he didn´t! But, he did.
I stared, breathless for a moment. "I´m gonna kill him! How could he do it to you? How could he do it to us? To your family. To his family?" I hissed angrily. Not even Catwoman would be ashamed of me.
"All right, we´ll talk later. We all will," I added ominously. God, I really hope I´ll get mugged on my way home. I need to punch something.
"OK, I gotta go. You do… whatever you need to do, here´s the spare key, so please lock the door. And tell Bruce, I´ll be in the Manor at eight." I narrowed my eyes. "You know, you both should get prepared for some serious explaining. It´s not just me, but Alfred. Damian..." Definitely the guilt, darkening his blue eyes. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
I quickly finished my toast and coffee, hesitated for a moment, and I kissed him softly. Then I stormed out of the apartment, pushing back angry tears. This is so me. The best day of my life and it turns to a disaster. And it hasn´t even started.