His nurse had seemed familiar. But was strange how she had finished her job so quickly after seeing his face. She had been mildly pretty, pale, nice, and modest. He kind of wished that she hadn't left in such a hurry, but none of that mattered now because he was on his way home with Bruce and Alfred.
He was so grateful to have them in his life. He thought of Bruce like a father, and Alfred like a close friend. They had taken care of him since he was a young adult, after his parents died. He didn't know what he would have done without them, especially in situations like this. He was so embarrassed about his encounter with some psycho chick, he dared not talk during the ride back to Wayne manor.
Bruce was on the phone with Mr. Fox, and Alfred was separated by a small partition in between the front seat and back seat. His time to himself gave him time to think. He tried to remember as much about her as he could, but it was extremely difficult. All he could remember are the things he hadn't told Bruce. He remembered her perfect but ruined body, he remember the way she kissed him, he remembered the way she touched him, and ran her fingers across his stomach, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember her face.
He felt helpless. But he would have plenty of time to think about his attacker, he was spending the next few months living with Bruce in that big house. He could almost always count on getting lost every time he stayed there, that is why he had memorized very few routes in the house. From his room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the screening room, from his room to the library, and from his room to the gym. Those four places were all of what he visited when he stayed with Bruce.
Most of the time he was either training, or out with Bruce on missions, but this time his stay would be much more quiet. The majority of this time was going to be spent healing, and then slowly getting back into his routine again.
But a quiet visit wasn't all bad. Dick always stayed in the guest wing. It was like its own four bedroom luxury apartment. It had everything he needed, a massive bedroom, a fully stocked pantry and small kitchen, an office, and not to mention a master bathroom that would put most residential houses to shame. Dick had always wanted to live and Wayne manor with Bruce, but never wanted to ask. Bruce had given him so much, he didn't want to take any more.
Finally he made it to his new home for the next few months. The rumors didn't do it justice. It was bigger and better than ever. Dick guessed that Bruce had added another wing on, he was looking forward the the tour he was sure he would take with Alfred soon. But in his current condition he was unsure if he would be able to do that any time soon.
Alfred took in the bag and then returned with a wheel chair. Dick was embarrassed by this gesture, but knew it was for the best. He took his place in the wheelchair. Alfred wheeled him through the labyrinth that was Wayne manor and to the guest wing. There Alfred had his bags waiting, and then helped Dick onto the couch.
"You know Alfred..I'm not completely useless. " he joked.
"I understand sir, but just following Mr. Wayne's orders." he said with a smile.
"If you need me, you know what to do." Alfred said while tapping the intercom on the wall.
"Thanks Alfred." Dick said with a smile.
Alfred soon left much to Dick's relief. He could now recuperate in peace.
He hobbled over to the master bedroom, and fell onto the bed. He tried to think of any identifying factors of his attacker but soon found himself slipping off into a deep sleep.
After Vivian finished her shift at Gotham General she hurried home. She was traumatized by seeing him today. What if he recognized her? What if he got in touch with the police? She could be found out too easily. She decided to take the next week off of work, and try to get her head together. She tried to stop what she was doing, she really did, but it was proving to be much harder than she thought it was going to be.
Within three days of seeing 'Dick Grayson' as she read on his file, she was back to her old ways. She kidnapped another boy, and subdued him. She tried to reclaim the feeling that she had had with Dick but it just wasn't the same. This new boy was a whiner, and pleaded for his life. Eventually she just knocked him out and finished the job, quenching her blood lust.
But that's not what it was about, it was about the connection, the feeling of her being powerful. With the second kid, she had just felt like a thug. In all reality she just wanted him again. She wanted to feel him against her. Only this time she wanted it to be like her dream. She wanted him to be in control. She wanted him to touch her and feel her. She wanted his pleasure, but the reality was that she wouldn't. So she just had to keep hunting for someone who could provide that for her.
Every night she went out in search of someone new. She needed another lover but she knew that it would never be the same. She needed his blood. It scared her that someone could do this to her. She felt less like she was seeking revenge, but more like causing havoc for her own wants. She did not know what that made her, but it scared her.