A/N: So I was sitting in class with nothing to do and then the song Without You by Breaking Benjamin popped up in my music and I just had this idea. Here's some Dick/Verena for Rain on my Windows.

GOTHAM CITY
OCTOBER 20, 2010
16:29 EDT

DICK GRAYSON

I threw myself on my bed, letting out a heavy sigh as I landed on the soft plush of the furniture. I angled my head to look at the time, and when I noted silently to myself that I'd have to leave for the Cave soon.

I didn't want to leave my bed. I buried my head into the pillow on the right side of the bed, and I frowned when I smelled pine, mint, and a hint of fabric softener instead of vanilla and sunshine.

Ten days since the fight.

Four days since the simulation.

A shiver crawled up my spine as I thought back to the exercise we had a few days ago. My chest clenched tightly and I unconsciously squeezed the pillow I had in my arms.

It was so... so real.

It was so real and horrible that we had a scheduled counseling meeting with Black Canary in a couple days. I swallowed heavily, thinking back to it.

"Fal, no Verena, listen. In case we don't make it, I have something to tell you."

She shook her head, and even though she was wearing a mask, I could see the look of desperation she had in her eyes. "Don't say that," she choked out. "We'll make it out of here. Don't say that."

"No," I refused. We wouldn't. We were all going to die. Right here. In less than two minutes. "We've only got two minutes left. We can't with all these robots."

"We-"

"Stop it, Verena!" I screamed, grabbing her arms tightly. "Who are you kidding?! Now let me talk!" I sent a telepathic message to Martian Manhunter to at least get Miss M out of here.

I was going to do it. Right here.

"Verena Natalie Blake, I-"

I was cut off by a booming explosion, which in turn trigger dozens... hundreds more. And then I felt hot, scorching pain... and then... nothing.

I jolted up from the bed. I had sat up so fast the momentum got to me and I tumbled out of the bed with a thud.

If it were any other day, I probably would've laughed. A bitter, soft scoff escaped from my lips instead.

I sat on the floor of my bedroom, and pulled my knees to my chest. I clenched my hands tightly together; I could feel my knuckles turning white.

I felt a pressure behind my eyes, and squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't give in to this pressure. I never gave into pressure.

A strangled, choked voice escaped from me when the scent of vanilla and sunshine filled and surrounded me. A warmth circled around me, and I let it out.

She didn't say anything. She just sat there. I relished her embrace, as it was the first one I had felt in days.

Once all of it had left, I swiped my arm over my eyes, getting rid of the stray droplets of water that were still there.

Without a word, she stood up, and I immediately missed the warmth that came from her. I heard the door shut quietly behind her as she left, and I sat there for a while before standing up.

I swallowed the saliva that built up in my mouth before standing up. I changed out of my school uniform, choosing something more comfortable to move in so I could head to the Cave, even though we weren't going to do much.

I finished the ensemble off with a pair of dark sunglasses, which I was thankful that Bruce required. I didn't need the Team worrying about me, too. They already had a lot on their plates.

As I closed the door, I heard a sniffle from the room across from mine.

I bit my bottom lip, unsure of myself. Should I go in there? She did the same to me.

I reached for the handle of her door, even though it was open slightly ajar. When I heard a choked sob, it caused a pressure behind my eyes.

I limply dropped my hand, as I continued to hear her soft sobs.

I couldn't go in there. What good would I be?

Instead, I turned my heel, and began to walk away, but with a purpose. I would forgo going to the Cave.

Instead, I'll go to the training room down in the Batcave.

I'll get stronger.

Because she was strong. She was able to take care of me.

Me?

I need her. But I wasn't strong enough to protect her just yet.

But I will be and when that day comes, she'll never shed another tear again.

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