Chapter Twelve

First Day

Nightwing cursed himself silently and paced back and forth, vowing to never make such a stupid decision again. The moment Mal reported on Gamma squads unexpected find, Nightwing had felt his blood run cold in his veins.

He'd sent a rookie – a novice that was his responsibility – on a life-threatening mission.

Granted, he hadn't known it was life threatening at the time, but he should've known something like this would happen. As Robin had pointed out not too many days ago, they missions all had a habit of blowing up in their faces. Quite literally.

And Nightwing really, really should have known this. He really should've guessed that this would happen. He'd been on his team for almost six years. He knew their missions always went wrong. He knew Morgan was far from ready to go out in the field.

This was the last time he let her and Tim talk him into something like that. No matter how much she aimed those huge, pretty – wait, what? – grey eyes at him, he would not let her manipulate him into letting her go again.

"If you're going to lecture me can you please just do it instead of pacing back and forth like that?" Morgan dryly spoke up. "Thanks to Batman, I have school in the morning, and I'd like to get just a bit of sleep first.". She was leaning against the wall with a sullen look on her face.

Nightwing halted in his pacing, realizing that he'd been doing it for several minutes in silence. He clasped his hands behind his back and turned to her.

"No more missions." He said sternly. He could tell by the frown on her face that she was about to protest but he held up a hand, silencing her.

Clasping the hand behind his back again, he continued. "As of today, we will resume your training as it was before and you will not go on any missions until I give the go."

"Oh, come on!" Morgan groaned. "Nothing happened! I'm perfectly alright! I did good out there, ask Robin!"

"Until. I. give. The. Go." Nightwing repeated firmly.

"What is wrong with you!" Morgan complained aggressively, pushing of the wall and approaching him. "I'm totally fine, and you are begin a paranoid, uptight dick! Why do you even care?"

Nightwing kept his tense stance even thought he shuddered with annoyance at her behavior and insult. "You are my responsibility and therefore I make the calls."

Morgan sighed and ran a hand through her damp hair, her wings bristling with annoyance. Nightwing briefly wondered if she knew how expressive they were before he snapped himself back into focus.

"Until I give the go." He repeated one last time before turning on his heel and marching away from her.

He heard her growl out in annoyance and then the loud, metallic clang of steel being dented by an outside force.

He'd angered her, but he didn't care. Her anger was much easier to deal with than the guilt, should she get hurt.

January 5th

Morgan's eyes flew open when her alarm beeped to life, and more on instinct than anything else, she threw her arm out towards it, sending the poor machine flying halfway across her room and shattering against her wall.

She groaned loudly and curled in on herself, retreating deeper under her covers.

Her body was aching all over from the mission she'd been on the night before, her mind was sluggish and her head pounding from lack of sleep. Maybe that mission hadn't been such a good idea.

A minute later, she forced her eyes open and uncurled her body, sitting up in bed. She grimaced at the sad leftover of her alarm clock, now nothing but a small pile of mechanics.

Yawning loudly, she stretched her arms and wings, hearing a satisfying 'pop' in her back. Smacking her lips twice, she scratched her head and wondered why she'd set her alarm to ring so early.

And then it hit her. She'd set her alarm this early because she had to get up earlier to train because..

She had school today. Her first day at Gotham University.

Her first day of mingling with the rich snobs.

Morgan let out a hugely exaggerated groan and flopped back down on her bed, her hands coming up to cover her face.

Why her?

She shook herself, reminder her that she had actually been pretty excited about this. This was a chance to get out of the Cave more often and get some new friends. A chance for her to stop feeling to dependent on the other heroes, a chance for her to stop feeling clingy.

And maybe, if she got more friends, she'd also stop feeling so uncomfortable with being surrounded by so many people. She'd been friendless for five years, and a month and a half of friendship with other people was not going to completely change that. It was going to take some time to get used to. Morgan knew this. And she was prepared to work for it. She wanted a normal – well, semi-normal, she wasn't stupid enough to think he life could ever be completely normal – life, without a shit load of emotional luggage to constantly drag her down.

With that thought in mind, she got up and pulled her gym clothes on. Her hair was a huge mess. Her mother always said that Morgan was the most extremely bed-head challenged person she'd ever met.

Her mother..

No, not going there. She told herself, biting her lip, not thinking about it.

She knew Nightwing wouldn't be there. He never was during her morning training anymore. He showed up in the late afternoon or sometimes early evening, and then they sparred together there. He knew that, by now, she could do her exercise routine without his supervision.

Which was why she was pretty surprised when he was, in fact, there waiting for her. She walked around the corner and almost bumped into him from his leaning position against the gym's door.

"Uh," She uttered, giving him a strange look. "Good morning?"

Nightwing nodded at her. "You'll need to cut your training short today so we can go over the details of your transfer to Gotham University." He said by way of greeting.

Morgan shrugged, surprisingly disappointed at having to cut her training short. She'd grown fond of the hour of alone-time it gave her. It was a good way to start her day. She'd even set her alarm to earlier so she'd have time for crying out loud! "Okay then."

He allowed her to train for half an hour, him annoyingly watching the whole time, and then he pulled her away from her machines to explain everything.

"You'll get there by the Zeta tube, obviously. There is a tube a few blocks from the school." He handed her a map that showed the way from the Zeta tube to the university, along with the command she needed to punch into the machine to get to that specific location and Morgan wondered if he'd always been such an overly considerate control freak. She didn't voice this out loud though, as they were both being strangely civil – especially considering what happened the night before – and she didn't feel like ruining it. She was too tired to ruin it.

"Your school uniform is here," He handed her a paper bag, "and here is a backpack with all the essentials, also donated by the Wayne foundation."

"Whoop, those rich people really like to remind the rest of us how rich they are." Morgan quipped sarcastically, sighing in a 'what can you do' manner. Nightwing paused and glared at her for a second before he resumed as if he totally hadn't just given her the stink eye.

What was that? Morgan wondered.

"You'll be expected to arrive at the school at ten sharp. Wait in the front hall for further instructions."

Morgan wondered how he knew so much about this school but figured it was that control freak thing again.

"Righty-o." She complied. "Wait, if I'm not meeting before ten, why did I have to cut training short?" she accused, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Because I have to get to school now and I needed to explain this to you first."

"Ah."

"And now I'm going. You can go back to training now. Just don't be late."

Morgan arrived exactly one minute late, simply because Nightwing had stressed the importance of not being late.

She fought to keep her mouth closed as she stepped over the door step and into the giant front hall of the university. The building in itself was huge and impressive on the outside, but inside it was even more so. Elegantly tiled floors, huge arched windows, a dome-shaped roof and marble staircases that were carpeted in red, with giant columns that looked like they were also made of marble lining them.

Morgan eyed the other students, though there weren't many of them right now, noting that even though they wore the same black and white uniform as her, it was pretty obvious that they came from another class entirely. Morgan had never seen a collection of that many tall, slim, perfect haired and obviously privileged people in one place before.

Between them, her short height and huge untamed hair stuck out like a sore thumb.

Thankfully, no one seemed to take notice of her and she was spared from receiving any scornful glances.

She sarcastically breathed deeply in through the nose. "Smell that, Morgan?" She mumbled to herself, "That is the smell of snobs and self absorbed douche-bags. Yippee."

"Hi!" Came a cheery voice behind her and Morgan jumped in surprise before turning around to face the owner of the voice. She was met with the sight of a girl with pin-straight, ridiculously long golden blonde hair, huge sparkly baby-blue eyes, and a set of perfectly straight, white teeth in a widely smiling mouth.

"Uhm, hi." Morgan responded, a hand automatically reaching up and wrapping a finger around a curl.

The girl smiled even wider. Morgan wondered how smiling so widely didn't physically hurt her. She also noted that this girl was, mercifully, roughly Morgan's own height instead of being a five foot ten inches freak like the rest of them.

"You must be Morgan!" She enthusiastically went on. "I'll be showing you around Gotham University."

Morgan secretly thought that she sounded like one of those ladies from the infomercials.

And then she inwardly slapped herself, ordering her to be nice. I told myself this morning that I'd try to make friends, so how about stop being an asshole and start being civil to this girl who appears to be the most friendly person in the world?"

"Cool. I'd get pretty lost by myself, I think." Morgan answered, trying for a small smile.

The girl stuck her hand out. "I'm Esmeralda." She introduced herself. "Yeah, my mom is a Hunchback of Notre Dame enthusiast." She grimaced slightly.

Morgan nodded awkwardly, not sure how she should respond to that.

"Oh!" Esmeralda exclaimed and opened the book she was clutching in her arm, pulling out a piece of paper. "Here's your schedule."

Morgan took the offered piece of paper and looked it over briefly. She had a lot of biology. Awesome, that was her best subject.

"So, let's start on the tour, yeah?"

Esmeralda led the way up a tall staircase just as a strange, deep horn-like sound rang through the halls. It was not unpleasant to listen to, it was just unexpected.

Morgan jumped again at the sound and had to admit that she was more on edge than usual. "What the hell was that?" She asked more aggressively than she had meant to.

Esmeralda let out a tinkling laugh. "Oh, that's just the bell. We don't have those screeching bells like they do in high school and the public college. This is a much more pleasant sound, don't you think?" She asked as they reached the top of the staircase and Esmeralda led her down the hall they were in now. Much like downstairs, the place was elegant with big windows, creating a open and light atmosphere.

Morgan nodded wordlessly, hefting the strap of her new leather shoulder-bag further up her shoulder with a shrug, wondering how a place could possibly be as obsessed with creating distance from the lower class as this university appeared to be.

They'd reached the middle of the hall when people started flooding out of the class rooms. Morgan should've known that that weird horn would've sparked some kind of reaction. Just as she'd expected, the rest of them were also model-types and she started tugging at a curl again. Whatever. I like my hair.

Esmeralda started explaining how the school's floors were divided after year, and they were currently on the seniors' floor. "The seniors have the first floor, then the juniors have the second, the sophomores the third and the fourth floor is for us freshmen."

"So basically, the longer you stay, the lesser stairs you will have to walk?"

Esmeralda laughed. "Yeah, something like that." They reached the end of the hall and Morgan looked to her left, finding a hall identical to this one, also flooding with people. At the end of that hall, she could see that it curved both left and right. She got the feeling that it would take some time to be able to find her way around this place.

"Can I get like a map of this place so I won't get lost tomorrow?" She questioned as they started climbing another set of stairs.

"Sure, but it won't be necessary." Esmeralda replied with a smile on her lips. "I'm to show you around for the rest of the week, so you'll know this place like the back of your own hand by Friday!"

"Oh." Morgan said, making an impressed sound in the back of her throat. "Awesome."

"This is the juniors' floor." Esmeralda announced, spreading her arms out wide. While the first floor had been decorated with a red carpet and red flowers in potted plants by all the windows, the juniors' floor was decorated with green carpets and green plants.

"Is this like a color theme thing the school's got going on?" Morgan asked before she could stop herself. She also noticed that all the juniors had green ties while the seniors had had red ties. Morgan looked down at her own yellow tie, fidgeting slightly.

"Yup. Apparently it's important to be able to distinguish the years from each other." Esmeralda shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure."

Fortunately, the stairs to the third floor weren't on the other side of a long hall, but right next to the stairs they'd just used.

"So let me guess.." Morgan said sarcastically. "The Sophomores have blue ties?"

Esmeralda giggled and nodded. "Personally, I think the principal is just a Harry Potter enthusiast and likes to pretend the school is Hogwarts."

"You've watched Harry Potter?" Morgan asked, slightly surprised. She hadn't pegged Esmeralda down as a fantasy enthusiast.

"Yeah," Esmeralda answered. "I liked the books better than the movies, though." She admitted. Morgan's eyebrows rose higher on her forehead. She had pegged Esmeralda even less down as the reading-anything-other-than-a-magazine type.

Maybe she ought to stop being so prejudiced.

Halfway up the stairs, they ran into another freshman student.

"Hey Esmi." She greeted and Esmeralda smiled widely.

"Rachel!" She responded enthusiastically. "This is Morgan!"

Morgan looked at the new girl, taking in her black dreadlocks and coffee colored skin. She stuck a hand out. "Hi, I'm Morgan, as previously stated."

The new girl raised an eyebrow before smirking slightly and taking the offered hand. "And I'm Rachel, also as previously stated. Cool necklace."

Morgan's fingers closed around the orange stone of her glamour charm. "Thanks. It was a gift." She answered truthfully.

The three girls climbed the rest of the stairs together. "So," Rachel began slyly as they reached the top of the stairs. "See any cute guys you like yet?"

"Uhm.." Morgan uttered, sort of thrown by the question. Sure, most guys she'd seen so far had been good looking, but she hadn't exactly seen anyone she 'liked'.

She opened her mouth to answer the question properly, but never got the chance.

Because in that moment, a very familiar voice caught her attention. She stiffened and turned, searching her surroundings with her eyes.

She found him and saw red, her jaw dropping in horrified anger. He was standing with a group of four other guys, laughing carelessly at a joke a blonde haired boy had just cracked, not knowing how much trouble he was about to get in. What the heck was he doing here?!

Without a word, she marched away from the two very confused girls. "Hey!" she all but shouted. "Dickface!"

She was his shoulders tense but he didn't turn around. The scum probably hopes I'm not talking to him.

She reached him and, ignoring the strange looks his friends were giving her, she grabbed his upper arm – yep, definitely him, she could recognize his muscles.. That sounded so weird – and forcefully turned him around.

She was about to start shouting at him but was taken aback for a moment when she saw Nightwing's face unmasked for the first time.

His eyes.

They weren't at all what she'd imagined. She'd imagined narrowed, hard, brown steel.

What she got was a big pair of deep, oceanic eyes outlined by thick, black lashes and perfectly arched eyebrows. His eyes were, ironically, the same blue of color as the tie that rested loosely around his neck, which was, even more ironically, the same color as his Nightwing symbol, which just made them pop out all the more.

Oh crap, he's gorgeous.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Suddenly not feeling like shouting anymore, she lowered her voice. "You can tell your.. boss that I don't need to be babysat. Or spied on." She hissed at him.

He frowned at her in an almost convincing show of confusion. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about Miss, but I think you've got the wrong guy."

"Oh, really?" Morgan asked skeptically, taking a step back and, in a flash, she spread her wings wide. His eyes followed the movement, revealing his lie. Nobody but her team members could see her wings when she was wearing her necklace and he had just involuntarily identified himself. She raised a slow eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest. He grimaced when he realized his mistake.

"Dick?" Asked one of his buddies, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," Nightwing said, waving him away. "listen, I'll meet you guys later, okay?" He requested and the others nodded before leaving.

"Wait," Morgan raised both her eyebrows and leaned around Nightwing to look at the four guys' retreating backs. "Your friends call you a dick too?" she asked. "Wow. You really must be a horrible person."

"What? No! That's not-" He sighed harshly and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. "Forget that." He looked back at her and Morgan had to mentally slap herself to keep her focus on her anger. She understood now why he always wore that mask. Nobody would be able to take him serious if they saw those ridiculously pretty eyes. She's seldom seen someone with eyes as expressive as that, and it went strictly against the 'silent, brooding and unemotional' thing he had going on as Nightwing.

Heck, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to take him seriously again.

"Look." He went on. "I promise to explain everything later. All you need to know right now is that Batman did not send me here to babysit you or spy on you. I.." he took a deep breath and fixed her with a stare. "I go here."

Morgan felt her mouth open slightly at that admission. His offer was fair enough and she honestly didn't feel like making more of a scene than she already had. "Fine." She grumbled. She pointed a stern finger in his face. "But you will explain yourself later." She threatened and marched off, her cheeks flushed with anger – and perhaps something else.

She met back up with Esmeralda and Rachel, who was standing with their mouths open in shock.

"What. Was. That?" Rachel asked, the first to recover. Morgan knew they'd been too far away to hear anything, but they'd still seen the whole thing.

Morgan shrugged casually. "Nothing. He just looked like he needed a dressing down. Shall we continue the tour?"

They briefly looked at her like they thought she was an absolute lunatic and then Esmeralda grabbed her arm and shook it slightly, her eyes wide and fixed on Nightwing. Or whatever his real name was. "Do you know who that was?" She hissed.

"Nope." Morgan simply said, figuring it was only a part lie since she didn't know who he really was.

"That was Dick Grayson!" She added more urgently, tugging more earnestly at Morgan's sleeve.

Morgan spluttered out a surprised laugh. "His actual name is Dick?" she asked incredulously. That explains SO many things..

"Well, technically, his actual name is Richard, but nobody ever calls him that." Rachel put in. "And Dick suits him much better."

"Why?" Morgan snorted. "Because he's a total dick?"

"No because rumor has it he's got a huge-"

"WOAH!" Morgan interrupted, clasping her hands over her ears. "Can you not go there?"

"Anyway, he's like, one of the best looking single guys at school. Plus, his adoptive father is, like, crazy rich." Esmeralda explained.

Wait, adoptive father?

Nightwing was an orphan?

"Adoptive father?" Morgan questioned.

Rachel nodded. "Yeah, Bruce Wayne."

Well, that explained the Wayne Foundation Scholarship.

"His real parents died in an accident when he was nine." Esmeralda provided eagerly. Morgan got the feeling Esmeralda was very into school gossip. "They used to work at a circus as acrobats."

Morgan stilled for a moment, processing this new information. It certainly explained his extreme talent for acrobatics during their training.

She felt a strange rush of sympathy for him, and felt like she suddenly understood her mentor a lot better than ever before. Her anger died down and she suddenly only felt embarrassed for creating a scene.

By now, Nightwing – or Dick, apparently – started walking down the hall, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"That's so sad.." Morgan mumbled, mainly to herself, watching him walk away.

"Yeah.." Esmeralda said, sounding almost sad for a moment. Her cheerful attitude returned a moment later. "Of course, a tragic back story just adds to his irresistibleness.."

"Mhmm." Rachel hummed as she trailed him with her eyes. "Look at that boy. If I got the chance, I'd climb him like a tree."

Morgan's lip curled in slight disgust when Esmeralda also turned and sighed wistfully after his retreating back.

"Oh don't look so scandalized." Rachel defended, hitting Morgan's arm lightly. "Like you don't find him attractive."

"No," Morgan answered almost truthfully. "I really don't. Looks aren't everything." She added.

"You're right, of course." Esmeralda said seriously, tightening her grip on her books as she started walking down the hall again. "It's a good thing that he's also such a nice guy, then." She added cheerfully. "Now let's continue the tour!"

"Åh min gud hjælp mig."1 Morgan mumbled to herself, rubbing her forehead tiredly. She'd been going to this school for half an hour and she was already tired of it.

"'She won't recognize you' he said," Nightwing grumbled to himself, pacing back and forth in front of Morgan's room as he waited for her to come back from school. "'Everything will be fine' he said. Well guess what, Batman? She noticed!"

"Who are you talking to?"

Nightwing jumped as the sudden voice startled him out of his thoughts. He turned to find Barbara looking at him oddly, dressed in her Batgirl outfit as usual. He sighed and briefly scowled at her for sneaking up on him.

"Nobody." Nightwing grunted shortly.

Barbara looked at him and then Morgan's door, correctly guessing that this had something to do with her. "Are you guys fighting again?" She asked disapprovingly.

"No!" Nightwing quickly denied. "I'm not mad at Morgan. She might be mad at me though. But that's not the point."

Barbara cocked an eyebrow that invited him to explain.

"Batman thought it would be a good idea to enroll her in Gotham University and today was her first day." Nightwing elaborated. "And she.. well, she recognized me there." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, settling a hand on his hip. Barbara widened her eyes at him, knowing what this meant. "Batman ensured me she wouldn't recognize me, but of course she did. She likes to make my life difficult like that."

"Does Batman know?" Barbara asked. Nightwing, Batgirl and Robin all knew the number one rule: Don't let anyone know your secret identity.

Nightwing shook his head. "I haven't told him yet."

"So what are you going to do?"

Nightwing shrugged. "What can I do, honestly? I'm going to talk to her, obviously. Since Batman is no longer my mentor, I'm going to make my own call. This is all his fault anyway."

"Well," Barbara began, her eyes fixed on something behind him. "I wish you luck, and since Morgan is here, I'm going to leave you two to talk things out."

Nightwing tensed and turned around, spotting the blonde standing at the end of the hall, still in her school uniform. She shuffled around a bit, rubbing her shiny, black shoe against her calf, her hand clasped around the leather strap of her school bag. Nightwing told himself to snap out of it. That was twice someone had managed to sneak up on him in the past five minutes. Was he losing his touch?

He felt Barbara place a comforting hand on his shoulder briefly before she walked away.

Morgan hiked her bag further up her shoulder and opened her door, inviting him inside wordlessly.

Nightwing, intensely uncomfortable with this whole scenario, followed her inside, shutting her door quietly after them.

He stood by the door, watching quietly as she shuffled around her room, putting her school bag down next to her desk.

He hadn't been in her room since that one time they'd fought and he'd followed her in here and she'd admitted that the reason she didn't want to leave the cave was because her wings had gotten too big to hide.

She'd decorated the room since then. There was a desk in one corner, a book shelf above it. It was mostly empty, but as he watched, she started pulling school books out of her bag and placing them on it.

Her bed had been moved into the other corner, the comforter no longer the standard white, but a flower pattern, with a small mountain of big, fluffy pillows scattered about. There was a nightstand next to it, a vase with fake roses on it.

The rooms in the Cave didn't have any windows, but Morgan had compensated for this with big posters of various landscapes.

The entire room was much more feminine than he'd honestly expected Morgan's room to be.

Morgan shrugged out of her black uniform jacket and hung it in her closet, and still Nightwing hadn't said a word.

She loosened her tie, sighing with relief, and pulled it over her head, before dropping it on her bed and faced him.

It was obvious that now he was supposed to talk.

So now he'd open his mouth and just..talk.

After all, it wasn't that hard was it?"

He cleared his throat and Morgan rolled her eyes, deciding to put him out of his misery, apparently. "You don't need to explain anything, actually. Your 'fan group' has informed me of everything I need to know."

Nightwing frowned. "Fan group?"

"What, you didn't know?" Morgan looked genuinely surprised. "Apparently you are not only the best looking guy in school but also the richest, or something like that."

Nightwing felt an eyebrow rise. Even if the girls at school did say things like that – and he already knew they did – he hadn't expected Morgan to admit it to his face. It was, after all, almost an indirect compliment.

"Personally, I think you're overrated." She smirked, and Nightwing could recognize her again. He almost smirked back, but stopped himself.

"So you don't need me to explain anything?" He asked doubtfully.

Morgan shrugged. "You can always fill in the blanks." She offered. "I know your name is Dick Grayson and your adoptive father is Bruce Wayne."

Even though she hadn't mentioned the whole 'death of his parents' thing, it was obvious she knew.

"It's more of a ward thing, really." He corrected. "And nice job maneuvering around the subject of my dead parents." He deadpanned. He knew it wasn't really fair of him to say that, but the bitter words were out before he could stop himself. He wasn't even sure why he seemed to want to bring it up so much. It was like he knew the subject would hang in the air between them forever if he didn't get it over with now.

Morgan tensed, her eyes widening involuntarily.

Nightwing didn't move a muscle as he waited for her to react.

She sighed and looked down at her hands, which were clasped together in front of her. She grabbed a fistful of her black skirt and played with the hem. Then, looking up at him, Nightwing was surprised at the soft look in her eyes.

"I'm sorry about your parents." She said in a low, soft voice.

Nightwing had imagined many responses from her, but that hadn't been one of them. He licked his lower lip absentmindedly, nodded slowly and looked at the floor, embarrassed with himself before he turned his side to her, clasping the door handle.

"Wait." Morgan stopped him before he could open the door.

He looked at her and was surprised at how uncomfortable she looked. "You're not going to get in trouble with Batman now, are you?" She asked, almost looking worried for him.

Nightwing found the energy to smirk slightly. "I'm undoubtedly going to get in trouble with Batman. But he enrolled you, so he's the one who's in trouble."

"I'm not.." She ran a hand through her hair and rolled her eyes when it snagged in several tangles and she had to enlist the help of her other hand to free it. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Just so you know."

Nightwing considered her for a moment before nodding. "I trust you." He admitted at length.

"You know," She started, smiling wryly. "I had thought they'd be brown. Your eyes."

His eyebrows climbed further up his forehead in surprise at her strange admittance. "Why?"

"Well, you know." She made a vague motion at his face. "With the black hair, I kind of assumed you'd be, like, part something. Like Spanish or something."

"I'm part Romanian." He blurted out. "My dad, he was Romanian." What was this, Reveal Everything About Yourself Day?

Morgan watched him silently for a moment. "I guess that's something we have in common then. The non-American dad thing."

Nightwing nodded absentmindedly. "I guess so."

Morgan puffed out a breath, her cheeks swelling comically. "Well, this has been sufficiently awkward. Let's not do it again."

Nightwing almost let out a laugh, but he managed to stop himself as usual. "Yep. I'll see you in training."

This time, when he grasped the handle, Morgan didn't stop him.

1. "Oh my god, help me."

Wait.. was that last part almost.. bonding?

I went back and edited the last chapter because I realized I forgot to put in translations for her danish, just in case you're wondering why I reuploaded that chapter. If I ever forget again, don't hesitate to remind me!

To the same reviewer I answered yesterday: Morgan's birthyday is on the 13th of July, so she's roughly seven months younger than Nightwing, making her eighteen years old currently. So she's not that much younger than him. Sorry if I forgot to specify her age!

And just to quell any speculations before they start (also because of a review on the last chapter) there won't be a love triangle in this story. Personally, I've always kinda hated love triangles. I don't know why, but they've always annoyed me. Too much unnecessary drama and someone always ends up unhappy. I think Twillight is what made me write them off entirely. I can't even touch a story if it contains a love triangle anymore.

Fun Fact: The only reason I've had Morgan call him a dick when she's annoyed with him was to pull off that 'wait, your friends call you a dick too?' joke. A lot of built up for a super lame joke, but what can you do. When the author wants something, they'll do it.