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Complicated

Dick

He looks at the covers, it absolutely stuns him. The only type of comics they have are Marvelous, United Nations Comic Company, and Stairwell Comics. They are the top three sellers worldwide. But these, these comics aren't any of those.

Slowly picking up the backpack, he opens it and pulls out the rest of the remaining comics and inspects their covers too.

"Superman, Batman, The Flash, Wonder Woman-... Nightwing..."

His eyes opened wide, they were as round as saucers, as he looked closely at the cover of the Nightwing comic, he couldn't help but gape. There he was, in an animated form on the cover of a comic book that was distributed by a unknown company named DC Comics. He placed the rest of the books down and flipped the Nightwing comic to the copyright page. That's as far as he got before the sound of the Batmobile roared down the extensive tunnels of the Batcave.

He quickly shoved all the comics back into the bag and zipped it up tight, he rushed over to the Batcomputer and deleted the last few minutes of the security cameras in the Cave. He then encrypted the delete code with his own touch of magic just incase Bruce got suspicious.

Just then, the Batmobile pulled up on its rotating circle, and out popped Bruce. And it looked like he had a rough day at the Watch Tower, not a good time to bother him about the fact that he might be hiding something from him.

He leans against the side of the Batcomputer acting as normal as he could. He crossed his arms while watching Bruce rip off his cowl and cape with such vigor that Dick was worried that he'd have to tailor it back together since Alfred was on 'temporary leave' for the following two days. Dick was starting to regret telling Al that he'd handle everything while he took some time off. The first two hours without him was hard enough, he can't begin to imagine the next 46.

"You're thinking about something." Bruce's deep voice resonates through the cave, Dick can hear the bats above them screech and flap their wings.

Dick purses his lips, it was now or never, he'd either figure out - in a more than painful way - that Bruce was hiding something from him or not. He sucked in a breath and went for it, "Well, I'm pretty sure you know what went down this afternoon..." He gave a side glance to his father figure whom is seated in front of the Batcomputer. "And... Well..." There's just no easy way to say it, "Are you hiding something from me, Bruce?" There, he said it, very bluntly he might add, but he said it.

The Dark Knight's furious typing at the supercomputer halted and he took a moment before swiveling in the chair to face Dick, "As your surrogate father, I hide many things from you." His statement couldn't have been anymore deadpan than that.

"Well, that certainly wasn't what I was expecting..." Dick silently commented as Bruce continued to face his attention back to whatever he was concentrating on.

It had been two hours spent back home and honestly, all wasn't going very well. Bruce hadn't been at the Manor for days due to issues in the tower. Dick still wasn't sure what these 'problems' were, he had an idea though, it had to have been something to do with Katherine, or maybe even with AP related shit that he didn't feel the need to deal with at the moment.

Too busy to even look up from his thinking, he didn't even notice when Bruce went through some... Deleted files. "Richard, these files, tell me what they are. Now." That was definitely enough to bring Dick from his thoughts, "I had to encrypt some files from the Batwing. Nothing of great significance." He gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white, his breath hitched in his throat, and he started to glare. Though Dick was a master of deception, to Bruce, he was still a rookie at it, and the sad part was, he knows that Bruce can read him like a book.

"Don't you dare fucking lie to me Dick." Bruce's face was so intense that Dick almost had to do a double take. He raked his mind for a time in his life when Bruce actually swore at him. Because Bruce had such a reputation for busting you if you cussed, he never really cussed at anyone unless it was a bad guy or if you royally pissed him off.

"Well, Bruce, I do believe this is when I tell you to stop hiding things from me. If you can't even tell me the truth, what's the pint of giving you my trust? Yeah, you had a bad day, so what? You're not the only one who's got shit shoved up their ass." Dick was done with him, it might have been the teen hormones that haven't worn off, or just the fact that he couldn't take it anymore, but whatever it was, he decided that was it.

Dick got up and walked over to the backpack to pick it up, he tossed it into the Batmobile and just as he was going to jump into the seat, he took a moment before turning around to face Bruce, "Don't expect me to come running back to you like when I was ten." With that, he jumped into the Batmobile without Bruce so much as blinking.

On what seemed to be the long ride to the HOJ, Dick thought about why Bruce didn't even try to stop him, make an effortless attempt to prevent him for doing 'something stupid.' Maybe Bruce finally realized that he could take care of himself just fine without Alfred or the endless wallet courtesy of Bruce the Billionaire.

He sighed, he had two hands on the steering wheel and while he looked over to the backpack sitting in the passenger seat. He bit his lower lip and contemplated whether or not he wanted to look in the bag, maybe there was more. Maybe he could figure this whole screwed up situation before it got even more screwed up. He gripped the wheel until he couldn't feel his fingers. He let out an exasperated sigh and out the Batmobile in automatic driving with directions to go to the HOJ. He zipped open the bag and dug around the bottom, he found a small container that was chilled at the very bottom. Intrigued and confused, he pulled it out.

"What the hell...?" He found something that surprised him. "Holy shit..." He turned the small plastic container around in his hands as the clear liquid in the vile sloshed around.

Katherine

It had been a good three hours of laying on her bed trying so desperately to fall asleep, sleeping was her only escape from reality - excuse, this reality. But sleep didn't seem like a very good option at the moment, she was still starving and dehydrated, but didn't want to inconvenience anyone.

She rolled on her back and stared at the celling, she loved this reality. It sounded weird in her head and it probably would sound weird if she stated that out loud, but it was the truth. It wasn't the painful truth, but the sweet truth, she liked this world and probably wouldn't miss her reality if she never went back. There was nothing for her back home.

"Katherine, I brought you back some scraps." She quickly got up from the bed and looked over to the door, Roy was standing right there holding a tray of food with a glass of water. Her stomach growled with want and she turned a little red in the cheeks.

He smirked slightly as he made his way over to her bed. "Here, dig in. Sorry I couldn't get anything better, but Wally had eaten the place out a few days ago and he left barely enough for one person. No one here really eats, so you should dig in before I change my mind and steal the food from you." She felt a light smile grace her lips when she sees him act so kind to her. She sometimes wondered who she was in this world.

She notices that they're standing very close, to a point where personal space was screwed. The only thing that was keeping them apart was the tray Roy was holding in his hands. There was a long moment of silence when they just looked into each other's eyes. Katherine didn't want it to continue, she looked away and attempted to grab the tray, but her hand touched Roy's. "Sorry..." She murmured before placing her hand somewhere else.

She wasn't able to look back up at him again, the situation was a step farther than awkward and she thought that it couldn't get any more worse than this.

She put the try on the bed and started to fiddle with her hands as she looked straight at Roy's very masculine chest. "Thanks, Speedy..." She whispered. Katherine thought that he was going to walk out the door without a word, maybe a "Your welcome." but not much more. How wrong she was.

Roy took a step closer to her, closing whatever gap was left between them. Her eyelids fluttered in surprise, she demanded her legs to move away, but her heart didn't let it. She was glued to the ground while an inner war raged between her head and her pumping organ.

She saw Roy lift his hand up slowly to her face, she brushed the hair that had fallen into her eyes away, he tucked it behind her ears. Katherine kept a strong gaze on a red stain on his uniform, determined not to look up. She could feel his breath down her neck, that shiver of - whatever it was - ripped down her spine.

As Roy's hand then slid from behind her ear to her chin, she could feel the hot trail of his fingers on her right cheek. He gently started to lift her chin up, she continued to resist it, she wasn't the same girl whom loved Red Arrow with all her heart, she was Katherine Summers from World 111. "Kat, look at me." He said with a very urgent voice, "Katherine." She gripped his wrist with her hand and removed it from her face, she looked down feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. "I may know you, but that doesn't mean you know me..." She rubbed the sides of her arms and turned away, having her back face him.

She was glad that he got the message because she probably would've broke down right there in front of him if he hadn't.