Love, Football, And Superheroes - Your Average Highschool Story
Chapter Eleven - Homecoming Important authors note!: I was asked why Kori just didn't fly off the building, and there are two good reasons for that. Tameranian flight requires joy, and she had just been balling her eyes out a few seconds before, so flying was out of the question at the moment. The other reason is Nightwing is still a stranger to her, so she probably wouldn't want to reveal such a big secret to him, not to say it didn't cross my mind to write it in that way. Also, fair warning, this chapter is pretty graphic, but not so much it deserves an M rating. There teens, and teens have urges that are acted on. I'm just making things as realistic as possible. 110 reviews for another chapter. Enjoy
Monday, September 28th 7:45 - PM Jump City Highschool Parking lot
Normal POV
Richard pulled into the parking lot with his gilrfriend in the passenger seat. They had been dating for just over two weeks now, and things were going extreamly well. They had agreed it would be best to take things slow, Richard becuase he didn't want to take things farther until she knew everything about him, and Kori because she thought that was what he wanted. They still hadn't confessed their love for each other, Richard for the same reason he hadn't tried to have sex with her, and Kori feared he didn't return her feelings, so she remained quite on that subject. Other than that things were fantastic. They managed to get in trouble quite often for making out and over affectionite touching in the hallway, but neither really cared.
At some point during the two weeks the media had caught wind of their relationship, and they had ended up in nearly every teen magazine on the planet. They kinda had made a game out of messing with the paparrazi. Anytime they knew one was following them, and with Richard around they always knew, they would do something completely ridiculous just to screw with the guy. It was amazing how easy they could transition from boyfriend and girlfriend to bestfriends in a blink of an eye, but afterall they were friends before they were a couple.
Kori had became the envy of every teenage girl on the Earth, which was saying something considering that just over a month ago she was sitting alone at her lunch table. Yes, things were going great indeed, and with the arrival on home coming week, reason would suggest they could only get better.
After Richard parked the car, and they got, Kori instantly noticed a giant banner hanging from the schools roof, and there were also black and silver flags everywhere with the word Steelers written across them. "What is the need for the abundent flags?," Kori asked anyone who was listening.
"It's homecoming week," Bee informed excitedly.
Kori had heard them announce that on the intercom at a few points last week, but she had no idea what it was.
"Yes, what is this homecoming week?," Kori asked curiously.
"It's the biggest week of the school year," Vic exclaimed, throwing his hands up for emphasis. "Five days of events, like the car bash, and the parade, all leading up the game Friday."
"Don't forget the dance after the game," Bee reminded. "This years theme is that the girls have to ask the guys."
Kori looked over at her boyfriend, who stood at her side. "You are my date to this dance of the coming home, yes?"
Richard shrugged playfully. "I don't know, I'll think about it," he grinned.
Kori, knowing he was kidding, punched him playfully in the arm, but her punch actually had more force than the normal humans.
Richard staggard back and rubbed his arm, amazed at how hard she could hit. "Oww, you really got a gun for an arm."
She looked at her arm confused. It was in no way a gun.
"He means you hit really hard," Raven expained.
"Ohh, I am sorry Richard," she said, rubbing the spot where she had hit him. "You shall still go to the dance with me, yes?," she batted her eyelashes.
"I'm scared to see what would happend if I said no," he joked.
Everyone laughed at that. Kori poked her tounge out at him like a child, but he ignored her, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Bee looked over at Raven with a mischevious grin. "So Raven," she began, "anyone special you wanna go with?"
Gar seemed to take a particular intrest in this question.
"I don't do dances," She droned.
"Oh c'mon Raven, there's no one you wanna go with?," Bee asked teasingly.
"No," she replied flatly.
Kori's brow furrowed. "Friend Raven, you are sure you do not wish to go with...," her mouth shut when Raven sent her the death glare.
"With who?," Gar exlcaimed.
Richard and Vic traded smirks.
"No one,", Kori answered quickly.
"Dudes, not cool," Gar whined. "Secrets don't make friends."
Bee smirked. "Why do you care so much Gar?"
Now it was Raven's turn to take intrest.
"Care? I don't care. I'm just... curious who everyone's taking,"
Raven considerd using her powers to see if he was telling the truth, but she quickly tossed the thought aside.
"Right," Bee said disbelievingly. "Raise your hand if you believe him," she instructed.
No one one moved.
Gar's mouth fell agape, but before he could comment, the bell rung signaling it was time for class. Gar was happy to escape the coversation and quickly scurried off ahead of the group.
When the group walked into first period a number of girls approached Richard despite the fact his hand was clearly interlocked with Kori's.
"Dickie-poo, you wanna go with me to do the dance?" Kitten asked.
"Why would he go with you when I'm here?," Britney spat at her.
"Because I'm gorgious, duh," Kitten retorted.
This started an all out argument between the two girls.
Richard and Kori glanced at each other before side stepping them, and heading to their desks to sit, along with the rest of the group. Coach Garret didn't give one shit about anything other than Friday and preserving the school's unbeaten season, so there was no work to be done in class. Richard and Vic spent the period tossing a football the coach had laying on his desk back and forth, while Bee and Kori discussed dress ideas for the dance, and Gar bugged Raven about who Kori was talking about earlier, recieving not the slighest hint. After class Richard walked Kori to art, but as he was about to head off to class she grabbed his hand. He turned back to look at her. He raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Do not pick me up from class today," she instruncted.
"Why?," he asked. She loved him being there when she walked out of class. What was she up to?
"It is a suprise, and I must carry it out to Vic's car after class, so that you do not see it until we get home," she explained, reffering to her now mostly finished painting.
Richard sighed. "I really wish you had lied to me. Now, I'm gonna spend the rest of the day wondering what it is."
Kori giggled. "You shall see soon enough," she replied, raising up and giving him a kiss.
He started to walk away, but quickly turned around. "Okay, just one hint," he pleaded.
Kori laughed at shook her her head. "No, you must leave," she orderd pushing him lightly.
"Fine," he pouted, "but this isn't over." Richard reluctantly turned to leave, now trying to figure out what her suprise could be.
Kori giggled at her boyfriend's impatience, before heading into the class room, and grabbed her canvas to make sure it was absolutely flawless. After she saw that three weeks worth of work had indeed paid of, she spread the canvas acoss a smooth wooden board, and stapled the endings on the back side of the wood, completeing the painting. She was so busy working, she hadn't noticed Xavier take the seat next to her.
"Hey cutie," he greeted.
Kori looked over at the him and frowned. "What do you want Xavier?," Kori asked, trying to sound unpleasent.
"For you to go with me to the homcoming dance," he answered simply.
"It is my understanding that the girls are supposed to do the asking of the guys. Besides if the people on the television know I am Richard's girlfriend, surely you do as well," Kori replied with a glare.
"Oh, I know, but you can't blame me for trying," he smirked.
"I do balme you. The trying is a pointless task," Kori retorted.
Xavier grinned. "Whatever you say cutie." He stood and winked at her before heading back to her normal seat. Kori was suspicious of him, but droppped the thought when her painting caught her eye once again. She was never the least bit cocky about anything, but it was really good. When the bell rung she poked her head out the door to make sure Richard had kept his promise. Seeing him no where in sight she grabbed her painting and carried it out to the parking lot through the school's side entrance. Vic had left the trunk unlocked just like he said he would, she placed her master peice carefully inside before heading back into the building.
Monday, September 28th 11:35 PM - lunch room
Normal POV
Kori drug her distracted boyfriend to the lunchroom table by his hand, so that he didn't bump into anyone or anything. His face had been buried in his playbook since the begining of fourth period, and the outside world was only vaguely there. When Bee saw them approaching a teasing grin appeared on her face. "Hello Mrs. and Ms. Anders, please take a seat.
Richard looked up long enough to frown at her, while Kori giggled. They sat down at the table and Bee instantly gave her full attention to Kori. "Girl, tomorrow after school me, you, and Raven got to hit the mall. We got dress shopping to do," she exclaimed excitedly.
"No, not Raven because Raven isn't going," Raven replied.
"Oh c'mon Rae, it'll be fun," Gar pleaded.
"My name isn't RAE, and fun isn't the word that comes to mind when I think of a lame high school dance," she retorted.
"So, what is fun? Reading books all day?," he shot back.
"Better than some pointless dance," she snarled.
As there argument continued Kori leaned over to her boyfriend and asked, "I am confused, are they truly fighting or doing a strange version of the flirting?"
Richard looked up from his playbook. "I've been wondering the same thing for over a year," he replied before gazing back down.
"You know if you weren't so uptight all the time you'd be really pretty," Bee and Kori froze, Raven's face turned red and her mouth fell slightly open, Gar couldn't believe what he just said aloud, and Richard and Vic weren't paying any anthing outside of there playbooks.
"Did you just call me... pretty?," she asked, sounding suprised. In actuallity, Raven was beautiful, she just didn't walk around in slutty close and a ton of make up, so therefore she didn't conform to what society's idea of pretty had become.
"Well umm, I...," Gar began to studder, rubbing the back of his head nervously. He decided to forget her question and change the subject. "Just come, if you get there and you don't like it, then you can leave."
She sighed. "Whatever."
Gar grew a huge smile on his face, as did Bee and Kori.
"Richard, is it not glorius that Raven has decided to go to the dance of coming home?," Kori asked gleefully.
"Yeah sure," Richard mumbled, not really hearing what she said.
Kori frowned, knowing he wasn't paying her any attention. "Oh yes Richard, I forgot to do the mentioning that I volunteared your vehicle for the bashing of cars," she said just to test her theory.
"Yeah Kor, whatever you want..." his head shot up from his play book. "Wait, what?," he exclaimed, causing everyone to laugh, besides Vic who was still oblivious to anything around him, as he was doing the same the Richard was.
"You should do the paying attention," she scolded him, with a pout.
"I'm sorry Kor, but if we don't win this game Friday the student body will hunt be down and hang me," Richard said. Sadly he wasn't joking, football was taken very serious around here. He already had a plan to lock himself in the Nightwatch just in case.
"Do not fear, I shall protect you," Kori assured him.
Richard chuckled, and put his playbook down on the table. "Well, I guess that solves everything."
Kori beamed at him and gave him a kiss. He returned the kiss, and neither made any attempt to pull away.
"Here we go again," Raven sighed. "For once I'd like to make through one lunch where these two don't try to eat each other faces."
Bee and Gar snickerd, as they nodded in agreement.
After lunch the rest of the day flew by. Coach Garret was acting a little crazier than normal in practice, and it as obvious that the preasure of winning the homecoming game was getting to him a little. The girls hadn't stayed for practice. Kori wanted to get home so she could hang Richard's suprise up above his bed, and after explaining that to Vic he reluctantly allowed Bee to drive his charger. When Richard pulled into his garage, Raven and Bee were alreay waiting to leave. Vic and Gar exited the car and headed straight into the charger.
"You're just leaving?," he asked suprised.
"Yep," they all answered in unison, as Vic cranked up the car. "See ya later Dick," Vic grinned, before rolling up his window and backing out of the garage.
Ricard roll his eyes and headed into the house, where he was greeted by a smiling Kori at the doorway. She held a blind fold out to him. "Put this on," she instructed.
He raised an eyebrow but then remembered the suprise she had said she had for him this morning. He'd been so busy with his playbook he'd forgotten about it. Richard reached for the blind fold and tied it around his eyes, as she had told him to do. He then felt her escorting him upstairs, with a hand on his back for fear of him falling. He mentally chuckled. If only she knew Batman used to make him dodge and defend attacks wairing a blindfold. He felt them come to a stop, and heard the sound of a door open, which he was quickly lead through. He knew they were in his room, and he had to admit he was more than a little anxious to see what she had done. He was begining to fear Vic or Gar had convinced her to paint his walls purple as a joke, which made him swallow hard.
"You may take the fold of blinding off now," she allowed.
Richard removed the blindfold with haste and blinked his eyes open. He was pleased to find that his walls were just as red as he had left them this morning. He glanced at Kori, who stood in front of him smilng, before his eyes searched the room for what she had done. It took him a second to spot it, but when he did he gasped. On the wall, directly above his bed, was an amazing painting of him and his parents with the words 'The Flying Graysons' painted across the bottom, just like an old circus poster.
Kori became worried when she saw tears begin to form in his eyes. "You do not like it?"
"No."
She lowerd he head, dejected.
"I love it," he finished, pulling her into a tight hug. She hugged him back, feeling relieved. "Did you paint it?," he questioned, still in disbeliefe at how vivid and detailed it was.
"Yes, after you told me the story of your parents I did the searching of the Google, and found that picture. I spent the last three weeks painting it," she informed.
"Thank you Kori," he said in the most tender voice he could muster. "This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me."
That pleased her to no end. She was overjoyed that he liked it. "I welcome you. I am just glad I could do something for you, since you do so much for me."
Richard smiled at her, looking into those beautiful green eyes. He needed to love her right now. Scooping her up, he carried her to the bed. Richard laid her down on it sideways, before crawling on top of her. She laid there with her arms raised over her head as he bagan to kiss her. They were loving, yet heated kisses, that made her want more. He relased her mouth and made his way to her neck. He sucked, licked and kissed it, earning moans of pleasure from her. She reached for his shirt and he raised up enough, to where it could be lifted off of him. He then continued his siege on her neck, as she rubbed her hands down the muscles on his back. He raised up after a moment and slowly removed her shirt. He began to kiss her collar bone, making his way down to her breasts. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Without a second's hesitation, he lifted it off her chest and threw to the side, before he began to kiss her her breasts. She moaned loudly when he took her nimple in his mouth and began to suck and lightly nimble on it.
"Oooo, Richard."
Her moaning encouraged him to continue, so he began to slowly kiss his way down her stomache until he made it to her shorts. He glanced at her for permission, and she nodded without hesitation. Richard took off her purple boots and unbuttoned her shorts before he slid them down her long, tan legs, and eventually off to the floor. She raised up so that she was setting on the edge of the bed, and undid his pants, before pulling them down his powerful legs. He kicked off his black leather boots, so that his pants could be completely removed. With his pants gone he pushed her back down onto the bed and remounted her, this time his erection was pressing against her inner thigh through his boxers. She moaned and raised her legs, hooking them around his torso. Kori bit her bottom lip as his Dick grined against her with every movement. She wanted him inside her.
"Richard," she began, out of breath. "Please enter me," she pleaded.
He somewhat obliged by moving the strap of her thong out of the way and slowly slid two of his fingers inside her. He began to move them in and out slowly, so not hurt her. She moaned and thrusted her hips toward him. Getting the message, he quicked his pace drastically. Her moaning became louder and closer together, and her body rocked back and forth with the motion of his hands. He could feel that she was way passsed wet, and on the verge of orgasming, so he quickend his pace even more. She let out a pleasure filled yelp, as her back arched, and she released. Richard plopped down on the bed beside her, as her chest and stomache rose and fell. After of moment of taking in the whole sinsation, she blinked her eyes open. "That was the most amaizing I have ever felt," she said in between breaths.
"Glad I could be of service," Richard joked.
"You are very good with your hands," she smiled, looking over at him.
"We all have our talents. "Now," he began, raising up. "I really need a cold shower."
Kori sat up beside him. "As do I, may I join you?"
Richard smirked. "Ladys first."
Tuesday, September 29th 12:30 AM - Jump City
Nightwing ran from roof top to roof top. After watching Total Recall with Kori, he faked tiredness, so he could patrol. She had been dropping not so suddle hints over the last week that she wanted to sleep in the same bed, and so did he, but it would be hard to explain disapearing for three hours every night. He was gonna have to tell her soon. He knew she was suspicious, and it was miracle she didn't know already, but he wasn't ready to tell her just yet. There was no douBt he trusted her, but he wasn't even sure on how he would tell her. There were many options. He could show her the Nightwatch and let her put two and two together or he could just tell he outright. All he really knew was he wanted to make love to her, but he wouldn't allow himself to do that until she knew, so he had alot of incitive. His mind drifted off sex, and onto the painting she had given him. A smile crossed his face as he thought about it. She was so talented, just amazing in every way. God he loved her. He shook his head and chuckled when he thought about she was probally laying in her bed completely naked right now, and he was out running along rooftops, beating up criminals and super villians. "I really got reavaluate my prioritys," he said to himself.
"What did you say?," Oracle asked through his ear peice.
"Oh nothing, just talking to myself," he replied. He had forgotten she was still on the line.
She laughed. "Keep that up and you and The Joker will be sharing a room at the loony bin," she joked.
Nightwing chuckled. "You think he misses me?"
"Wouldn't know. He's been locked up in Arkem since... well, you know," she trailed off referring to the murder of Jason Todd.
"Yeah...," he sombered. Right the an alert wnet off on his communicator. He checked it, and rolled his eyes beneath his mask. It was a simple back robbery just a block over. "I got to handle a bank robbery, and then I probably turn in," he said, already making his way toward the bank.
"Alright, call me. Night,"
"Gotcha. Nightwing out."
Nightwing scouted the bank from the roof of a nearby building. There a was black van parked out front, and he could see the getaway driver sitting in it. Nightwing dropped from the roof, and snuck up to the driver's side door, careful not to be caught in the rear veiw mirror. He was aware that the door was unlocked, so he quickly slung it open. Before the man could even react, Nightwing slammed the man's head into the staring wheel, knocking him out. He pulled the man out of the van, and layed him against it's side, before taking the keys out of the ignition, and putting them in his utillity belt. Knowing there would be no escaping by the van, he headed inside the bank.
When he walked in he saw no one around. The vaults were still closed and nothing apppeared to be out of place. Suddenly he felt a slight prick in his shoulder, similar to a bee sting. He reached to the area, and found that something was sticking out of his skin. He pulled out the object, and moved it into his frame of vission to see that it was a blow dart. In his mind he calculated where it came from by the angle it had hit him, but when he tried to turn, his knees went week and he fell to his hands and knees. The room began to spin, and he was vagely aware of approaching footsteps. A man stoped in front of him. Nightwing tried to make out some kind of details. but the man's face was hidden by darkness.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my old pal," the man said, in what Nightwing noted to be an eastern Unted States accent. Something about the voice was familiar, but he couldn't place it. It wasn't the Joker, or Peguin, definitely not Slade, but if none of them, then who? Nightwing tried to speak, but no words came out. He could feel that he was fading quickly, and it only made things worse when felt them man slam a crow bar into his back. Nightwing fell to his stomache, unable to put up any kind of defense. The man began to circle Nightwing, dragging the crow bar across the floor as he did. "I could just blow your brains out right now, but I want to make you suffer. Suffer like all those years I did behind bars," the man spat, before swinging the crow bar directly into Nightwing's ribs.
He let out a grown of pain before the crowbar made contact with the other side of his ribs. The man laughed evily, as he centerd himself directly over Nightwing's head. "You better hope this kills you, because if you wake up things are gonna be so much worse." The man underhandedly swung the crowbar, making contact right at the top of Nightwings forehead. He could feel the blood begin to run down his face as his vision faded into nothingness.