GOTHAM CITY
JULY 12, 2010
15:07 EDT

DICK GRAYSON

I let out a heavy sigh as I stalked up the steps to my room. Sometimes I wondered why Wally was my best guy friend.

'Speaking of which…' I thought to myself, an image of Verena popped into my head. I shook my head, reaching for the handle of my door.

Sniffle.

I paused, turning around.

Sniffle.

That was coming from Verena's room. I looked at the door that was slightly open ajar.

Sniffle.

Was she crying? I frowned to myself. She was watching one of those romantic tragedies, wasn't she?

I opened the door to her room silently and my suspicions were confirmed. There she was, on her bed, surrounded by used tissues as she sniffled away, watching her movie.

"I don't see why girls take delight in watching movies that make them cry," I sighed, taking a seat on her bed. I leaned back on the headboard and looked at the scene before me. I frowned. Of all places to confess, they confess in the rain?

The guy was talking about living together, working together, being together. I mentally scoffed. And they'll have pneumonia together.

"Ow!" I complained when her hand made contact with my abs. "I didn't say anything about it!" I rubbed my sore abdominals. That girl packed a punch, kick, and slap.

"You were thinking it though," she puffed out at me. I turned to look at her.

Her blonde hair was a bit disarrayed, most likely because she didn't bother getting out of bed today except for toiletries. Her eyes were misty and red-rimmed. Her cute button nose was a bright pink as well. She didn't look like the Verena Blake everyone knew and thought was perfect.

She was Verena Blake, my best friend, partner, and… sister. I frowned at the last thought. I don't think people have these kinds of feelings for their sisters. Oh, she was saying something, crap. Just pretend like you were listening, Grayson.

"… So could you?" she ended, looking at me curiously.

"Sure," I agreed to whatever she was saying.

She frowned. "You weren't listening."

"Sorry," I admitted. "I had a few thoughts of my own." I gave her my sincerest look I could muster. "What were you saying?"

"Could you get me some new tissues?" Verena asked, waving the empty box. "I'm out."

I looked at all the used ones that were scattered on her bed. "Yeah. But first, you gotta clean this nasty mess. I don't want your germs." I ruffled her hair before getting up.

I laughed, dodging the half-thrown box and left the room, looking for Alfred to find some more tissue boxes.

A/N: Leave a review guys! :) And some ideas on how Dick and Verena can bond~