The sun flittered through the thick curtains. At first Nightwing didn't recognize their room. Then he looked to the warmth that was pressed up against him. Breath whooshed out of him as he took in Jessie. She was asleep, curled up against him. Her hair was a tangled mess that created a halo around her and took his breath away. His arm was thrown over her, covering her bare breasts. The sheet was tangled around their legs locking them together. Then he remembered last night. All of it. He sighed content and pulled her closer to him. He buried his face against her neck. This is real, he thought to himself.

Jessie made a soft moan. He held himself very still and didn't dare move. Her eyes opened then she turned to face him. He wondered if she would be able to or if she'd run. She stared at him for a long moment and dawning seem creep into her eyes. She covered her face in her hands and muttered,

"That was very bad." Nightwing completely unperturbed, propped his head on his hand and stared down at her. His other hand skimmed down her bare skin sending goose bumps across her flesh.

"I have a dictionary on my phone. I assure you that if you look up the word bad you will find what we did was not bad." She peeked out at his amused face, scowling.

"I will hit you." He grinned.

"Kinky." He flashed her a smile and faster than he could react, she grabbed her pillow and proceeded to beat him with it.

"Is that all you can think?" She demanded in mock horror. Nightwing just laid there as the pillow came down over and over. He couldn't help but laugh. Had he ever been this happy? The pillow came down for another attack and Nightwing grabbed the offending wrist, swiftly rolling so he lay across Jessie's much smaller frame. He enjoyed the feel of her soft skin against his, and the feel of her muscles flexing against him. Trying to throw him off. Her breath hitched and he briefly wondered if that was because of his weight or the fact she could feel his arousal pressing up against her.

"I'm sure I can think of other things." He replied with a lazy grin. Jessie blushed deeply and squirmed under him. "I don't think you want to do that." He smiled flashing white teeth. The look in Jessie's eyes was like fire. Leaning down to kiss her; his phone took that moment to buzz. He looked at the offending phone and heard a sound that might have been a sigh of relief or frustration. Rolling off Jessie he grabbed his phone. He looked at the number, Gotham, but not one he knew. He answered,

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Alexandra." Nightwing looked over to Jessie and mouthed, your sister.

"What's up?" She sounded agitated.

"Um, it's about Jessie." Nightwing looked up to Jessie. She was climbing out of the bed managing to untangling her legs from the sheets. "I can't contact her. Even telepathically. I'm worried something has happened to her." Something had happened to her, just not what her sister was worried about. He watched as Jessie padded softly to the bathroom. The door closed and the shower started up. "Dick?"

"Hmm, oh yeah, I think she's fine." There was a pause from the other the other end of the phone. Nightwing was too busy watching the door wondering if it had been locked to notice.

"She's with you." Surprised Nightwing glanced down at his phone. Oops. There was a grateful sigh of relief. "Thank God!" Wait what?

"Uh."

"If she's with you she isn't dead. She's alright isn't she?" He forced himself to look away from the bathroom door and think about the conversation he was having.

"Yeah, I think she's better than ever." Throwing the blankets off him he walked to the door. "I've gotta go." He hung up and dropped his phone on the table. Gently he tested the knob. It was unlocked. He knocked softly, better safe than thrown across the room.

"Yes?"

"Room for another." Silence greeted the question. Not good.

"Tight squeeze." Not a no. He opened the door. Steam rushed past him as he stepped the door. The curtain was clear. Giving him a sinful look of water sliding down bare skin. His mouth went very dry despite the wetness of the air around them. She finally turned to look at him. How had it taken this damn long to see it? How often had she gone to visit him, and he her? Why had everything been twisted so badly? What would have changed if she had never been taken? Would they have been here sooner? "Sometimes the long way is the better way." Her voice was husky.

Stepping into the shower he wasn't sure what he wanted more. A repeat of last night in the shower or to deny what she had said at the top of his lungs. She lost years of her life and he had been tortured. This was not better. But it was something. He kissed her, water splashed over them adding to the heat he was already feeling. The kisses became more passionate more forceful. And she responded her body almost melting into his. He backed her up against the tile wall hands skimming over wet skin. She trembled, her hands moved up his chest, exploring. He groaned,

"I have one question."

"Hmm?" She panted breathlessly. Her breasts heaving against his chest making him even more aroused if that was even possible.

"Will you be able to face me after this?" He whispered against her skin. She froze under him. He kissed across her the shoulder and waited patiently. She shuddered,

"If you had let me walk out last night, I wouldn't be able to. Now?" He didn't even realize he was holding his breath. "Now," she looked up at him and rose up on her toes to kiss him like her life depended on it. A leg wrapped around his waist and God, she felt glorious. They kissed and he was pretty sure sparks flew. They moved from the shower after the water got cold to the bed. Between the shower and bed he told her, her sister was worried. She said she would call her back.

Nightwing woke in a familiar place. His own bed this time. Glancing around his room he saw his suit and the mask hanging up on the back of his door. He was just about to swear when a shape moved in the darkness. Jessie. He sat up.

"Sorry about that." He blinked the last thing he remembered an orgasm had been rocking them both.

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure. My powers did a weird flare. Knocked you out." She bit her lip and rubbed her arms. She seemed legitimately surprised and even a little frightened. "I can still feel them all in my head, but I can't access them, not fully. I can still use their power." It took him a moment to realize she meant her characters.

"Why are we here?" She smiled a half smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"I teleported us here. I only rented the room for a little bit." He scrubbed his hands through his hair.

"What happens now?" Between them, their work. Now she smiled for real.

"I'll keep in better contact, I still have to hunt down Gabriel." Nightwing bit back an angry remark. She had every right to hunt him down and it's not like he had ever tried to stop Barbara, Starfire, or Zatanna from hunting bad guys. She put her hand on his. "I won't do this alone, that's all I'll promise." He sighed, better than nothing.