Chapter Text
3rd person POV
He could hear her voice vibrate from the prison cell. Her sweet-talking, cooing voice. Her voice, trying to seduce the guard to free her.
Even after all these years, her voice hadn't changed much. It was still the voice he loved, and had missed, so much.
Dick let out a small sigh, struggling not to get his emotions get the better of him. But doing so was proving to be quite a challenge. This all seemed unrealistic; after years of hunting her down, he finally cornered her, yet... He never thought he'd actually manage to do so. He had thought he'd be hunting her down for the rest of his life. After all, she was quite a tough bunny to catch... Yet, he had. He just couldn't bring himself to believe it.
Nor did he want to believe it. What if he... Lost control? Of his feelings?
He'd much rather chase her around for the rest of her life and never get to face his useless emotions for her.
"Oooh, look Mr. Guard, look! Here's the wittle birdie that caught me~!" Her voice remained sweet, yet her tone was bitter at those words. She shot the costumed Nightwing a glare before backing away from the cell's bars, retreating to her bunkbed.
The guard that stood before her cell looked up, as if to confirm her words, and straightened up instantly upon recognizing the hero. "S-Sir!"
"I'd like you to free her, please."
"W-What!?" The guard stared at him like if he were only a madman, quite unlike the villainous girl, who hopped off her bed eagerly before rushing back over to the bars, gripping them tightly and admiring the ravenhead.
"Change of heart, darling? Although I haven't quite forgiven you for ambushing me and ruining my hair," she mournfully ran a finger through her (h/c) locks, "I wouldn't mind going back to your place-"
"Keep quiet, (Y/N)," Nightwing impatiently hissed, earning a wide-eyed stare from the said girl. He was glad his mask hid his own, for they had dilated in surprise as well. He'd actually brought himself to say her name out loud.
Turning back toward the guard, he continued, "As the one who captured her and brought her here, I believe I have the right to do so. I'll be bringing her back to the Batcave. Batman and I want to deal with her... Personally."
The absolute firmness in that last word seemed to be enough for the guard. He shakily nodded before reaching for his keys.
A few minutes later, both Dick and (Y/N) stepped out of the Beau Reve prison, the girl's hands tied behind her back and held still by both cuffs and the hero's firm grip on them.
As soon as they stepped past the prison gates, where she was certain no one would hear them, (Y/N) questioned, "Okay, so first things first. Who in the world are you? You look like some pathetic spin-off of Batman."
"Nightwing," the male replied coldly.
He didn't elaborate, which earned a small smirk from the (h/c)-haired villain. "You're not much of a talker, are you? Well, no matter, next question. How do you know my name?"
"Detective work." That was half a lie. Yes, sure, he had done 'detective work' during the past few years in order to track her down, but that wasn't necessarily what allowed him to know her name. And her voice. And her hobbies. And her favourite food, her favourite band, her favourite colour. It wasn't what allowed him to know basically everything about her. But of course, he wouldn't give that away.
A moment of silence stretched over them before she sighed heavily. "Okay, fine, it's noted, you're really not much of a talker. But a few last questions. Are we actually going to the Batcave, and is Batman actually going to interfere with... Well, whatever pity party this is? 'Cause I wouldn't savvy why he'd deal with me, out of all people, when there's a bunch of other villains chilling in Gotham City."
...There goes her old sense of humour. The familiarity of it brought a small smile to Dick's lips for a moment, but he quickly replaced it with a stony expression.
"...I'll be dealing with you. Batman isn't informed about this."
"...Okaaay? Not sure if I should be relieved, but 'kay." She stretched slightly before grinning, turning her head toward him. "Thanks for bailing me outta there, by the way. Lovely field trip you've planned out for us, darling."
"Mmm." Was all he grunted in response.
"So, why are we in... Well, what I guess is your room, with no one home and with a locked door?"
"So I can interrogate you without any interruptions," Nightwing answered (Y/N) plainly, turning away from her to search through her desk. The supervillain was seated on his bed, keeping herself busy by bouncing on it and looking around.
"Oh, right. Detective." She laughed dryly before commenting, "Hey, you've got lots of high-tech stuff in here, darling."
Dick raised an eyebrow at her observation but didn't reply. Turning back toward her, he noticed she was still wearing the Belle Reve attire, which honestly didn't look too comfortable, and suggested, "What about you take that off?" It sounded more like an order than a question.
(Y/N) seemed more disgusted than intimidated at this, however. "No way! Y'know I'm in nothing but my bra and panties underneath this, right? Perv..."
"You're just trying to get an excuse to cuddle up with me!" (Y/N) accused with a pout, although she was grinning widely. She was refusing to sit down next to Robin to watch the movie. All the other seats were taken by the other members of the Team; it was next to him, or on the floor. "Perv..."
Dick gasped, his eyes widening at the memory before he quickly looked away, his expression melting into one of sadness. He felt a single tear tickle the corner of his eye, and feeling frustrated at himself for giving in to his emotions so easily, he growled lowly before hurriedly bringing a hand to his eye.
(Y/N), who hadn't quite interpreted his reaction properly, grinned widely, crossing her arms. "Aww, the wittle birdie can't handle being called bad, bad names?"
Nightwing snapped his head back toward her, glaring. That shut her up. She gulped dryly, shrinking back slightly underneath his intense gaze.
"...I'll give you some clothes for now." He quickly went through a few drawers before throwing one of his shirts and some yoga pants towards her. This time, she didn't bring out any stingy remark at his actions, and merely slipped past him as she went to go change in the bathroom.
She came out a few moments later, dressed in his clothes, which were obviously too big for her. Nightwing couldn't help but grin at the amusing sight.
"Hey, whattaya smiling about?" She growled at him before plopping back down on the bed, crossing her arms. He watched her do so before bringing his desk chair over to in front of her and sitting down himself.
"A 'thank you' would've been nice, but I bet supervillains don't bother with common courtesy."
"Supervillains don't bother with common courtesy toward the person that captured them and sent them to the actual replica of hell," she corrected him bitterly, earning a small chuckle from him.
"Right. Anyway, (Y/N)..."
"Stop saying my name, it's freaking me out!"
Dick bit his lip nervously. Now was the time for questions. Questions that would give the Justice League and the Team answers but...
He had his own questions too. However, asking them would give his identity away.
Answers for the Justice League were much more important!
But... Didn't he deserve answers too? After years and years of chasing her down on his own...?
...
"Oh, screw it!" Dick suddenly exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat, earning a shocked expression from (Y/N). He leaned forward and asked desperately, trying to keep his voice steady, "(Y/N), why did you leave the Team? Why did you go from (Y/S/N) To (Y/V/N)!?"
"W-Wha-" At first, (Y/N) simply stared at him in shock and disbelief, but before long a dark expression fell over her face. Glaring, she mumbled stiffly, "...How do you know about my former identity? How do you know about... That?" She leaned forward herself, prompting the male to edge back into his chair. "Just who are you, Nightwing? What do you actually want from me?"
"Just who are you, (Y/S/N)!?" Robin howled out at the said girl, pointing an accusing finger at her. Both were circled by the rest of the Team, who had all come to Mount Justice for a team meeting, only to come across this heated encounter.
At first, (Y/S/N) stared blankly at him, seeming both hurt and surprised. However, before long, a wide, crazed grin touched her lips, and she shamelessly admitted, "...I am the mole of the Team. That's who I am, Robin."
"Y-You're the mole!?" Red Arrow cried out in outrage while the others all gasped in disbelief. His shocked expression turning into one of outrage, he growled loudly, charging forward. "How could you betray- GUGH!!!"
(Y/S/N) had cut him off by rushing forward and delivering a rough blow to his stomach. He doubled over, clutching it tightly and grunting in pain.
Giggling, the traitor started to hurry toward the zetatube, obviously making her leave. Aqualad yelled out, "Get her!"
While the others, apart from Red Arrow, went after her, Robin found himself frozen at his spot for a few moments before he got a grip on himself and followed suit.
Once outside, the chase was on. However, most were unable to keep up with (Y/S/N)'s speed or ran out of breath, and Kid Flash had been knocked out by her superpowers, therefore, at one point, the only one that remained was Robin himself, who was starting to get exhausted.
"Huff, huff... (Y/S/N)! (Y/S/N), come back, please! I swear, huff, huff, we can make things right! You can get another chance, this mole thing means nothing! We, huff, huff, need you, (Y/S/N)!"
His words didn't seem to be getting to her, however. Suddenly, he tripped on a rock, letting out a surprised shout as he fell to the floor. Unwilling to lose sight of her, he hastily stumbled to his feet, only to fall again as a sharp pain went through his right leg, earning a grunt of pain from him. Panting heavily, he helplessly watched her figure get smaller and smaller in the distance. No, no, this couldn't be right, this couldn't be happening...
"(Y/S/N)!!" He hissed again as his leg throbbed. "Darnit... (Y/N)!!!!"
...But he knew it was hopeless. (Y/N) was a traitor, and she wasn't coming back.
He felt the sobs coming as he trembled ever so slightly, and a single tear rolled down his cheek. And then another. And another. Till finally, he lost control, burying his face into his hands and crying silently to himself.
"(Y/N), n-no... The Team needs you, d-d-don't leave...! Please...
P-Please, don't l-leave me...!
I n-need you...! S-Stay with me, please...
(Y/N)...
(Y-Y/N)..."
And then, throwing his head back,
"(Y/N)!!!"
"D... Don't leave me," Dick whispered wistfully, hanging his head.
"What!?" (Y/N) snapped, unsatisfied by his answer. However, her expression quickly changed to one of shock as he looked up at her, his face governed by sorrow and sadness.
"Don't leave me." His voice cracked. Letting out a shaky sigh, he slowly reached up and took his mask off, revealing his face and ocean-blue eyes in which his pain twinkled dangerously.
Recognizing him instantly, (Y/N) gasped loudly. "D... D-Dick?" She stared at him a little longer before her (e/c) eyes fell, as did her expression. "I-"
She cut herself off with her own whimper as she was suddenly embraced tightly. Her lip started to quiver as she desperately hugged back, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.
"I've missed you," she heard him shakily admit, feeling his voice vibrate within his throat. It was a comforting feeling.
One so comforting, and one she had missed so much, that it prompted her to finally break down.
Giving in to violent sobs, she clutched him tightly as she cried against his skin, shaking her head repeatedly as she murmured frantically, "I-I'm so sorry Dick! I d-didn't want to... T-To hurt you... I-I was just really scared and I th-thought, hic, that it'd be best if I just l-left the Team..."
"(Y-Y/N)... Oh, (Y/N)..." Dick whispered jerkily, stroking her hair lovingly. "D-Don't leave me like that again, p-please... Stay with me... G-Give up being (Y/V/N) and g-go back to (Y/S/N)... P-Please..."
(Y/N) withdrew from his neck hesitantly to admire him. Smiling faintly despite her crying, she reached up and cupped his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks gently with her thumbs. He weakly smiled back, taking one of her hands in his and pecking it lovingly before looking back at her.
They quietly stared at each other for a few moments before, like if they had wordlessly agreed to do so, they both leaned in. Their lips met in a slow, passionate yet sorrowful kiss, one that expressed both the pain they had had to go through after losing the other and their overwhelming joy to see each other again, to be able to share this moment.
(Y/N) let out an audible moan as Dick nibbled eagerly at her bottom lip, granting him entrance. Leaning in closer to the point he was sitting on the edge of his chair, he hungrily dug in, overpowering her within moments. Her hands went from his face to the back of his neck, where they played with strands of his dark hair, earning groans from him, while his strayed to her butt, squeezing it appreciatively.
However, before long, both had to pull back, out of breath. Dick leaned his head against (Y/N)'s and firmly huffed out between breaths, "Get on the bed."
She did as she was told, and he followed her onto it, towering over her. Without a moment's hesitation, he tacked his lips back onto hers and grinded roughly against her, earning a pleasured "Dick!" from her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing to bring him closer against her.
"I've waited so long for this," he huskily purred into her ear as he licked her earlobe, making her dig her nails into his back. Grunting loudly in appreciation, he blindly felt around for her pants before starting to tug them off.
Let's just say that those pants weren't the only clothes that were thrown to the floor that night.
Superhero Ending
The room smelled of sweat and sex and of... Dick's drowsy mind couldn't quite place a finger on it, but it was definitely a good smell. The smell of someone, or something, he was attracted to.
He was warm and cozy. He didn't want to get up. But...
Right. He had a mission with Batman today.
Groaning in frustration, he sat up abruptly. Another groan sounded, although that one wasn't his. Alarmed, he quickly snapped his head toward the source of the sound, only to relax and to smile.
There was (Y/N), curled up beneath his blankets and sleeping still, her expression peaceful.
God was she cute, and beautiful, and especially adorable. He felt the urge to lie back down and to hug her sleeping form, or just to watch her until she woke up, but... That darn mission.
He regretfully slid out of the bed, giving the clothes and the condom wrapper that were spread across the floor only a brief glance as he made his way toward the bathroom. Since no one was home but (Y/N) and he, he didn't bother closing the door, a bad habit of his. After the water was set to a fair temperature, he stepped into the shower, enjoying the feeling of the warm water soothing his sore muscles.
Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around his torso from behind and he tensed up, only to earn a giggle from the intruder. Recognizing the laugh, he smiled widely, relaxed, and turned around to face (Y/N), who had stepped into the shower with him.
"Why, good morning Mr. Grayson," she teased him playfully, leaning up to kiss his chin. He couldn't help but blush faintly, returning the hug.
Nuzzling into her neck and hair, he mumbled hopefully, "Are you going to stay with me (Y/N)?"
There was a moment of silence, during which he feared the worst. He really couldn't bear the thought of living without her... The past years had been unsupportable...
She giggled again.
Man did he love her giggle.
"Of course, Dick. I'll stay with you." As he nuzzled deeper into her neck, tickling her, she giggled and cooed, "I love you, you know that?"
"Mmm." Was all he hummed in response.
Supervillain Ending
The smell of sweat, sex, and (Y/N)'s hair was what awakened Dick. Along with the lack of warmth next to his body.
"(Y/N)?" He called out, sitting up straight and quickly taking in his surroundings. Bitter disappointment washed over him.
(Y/N) was gone. Both her and the clothes he had let her wear. All that remained was his own clothes and the empty condom wrapper.
Sighing heavily in defeat, he hopelessly held his face in his hands. She was gone yet again. She had left him...
Something caught his eye. Something white on his desk.
Curious, he stood up slowly and went over before picking up what turned out to be a note. He recognized (Y/N)'s handwriting instantly.
'Dear Dick,
I really like our little hide-and-seek game that's been going ever since the day I left the Team. Although I admit I would love to stay and live with you, I would also like to see what awaits in our game, what surprises and clever plans you'll come up with next... So don't think I left you, okay? Who knows, maybe I'll let you corner me a little more often so we can have our share of fun like we did last night.
I love you,
(Y/N)'
"Our little game, huh..." Dick stared at the note a little longer before finally, a smile dawned upon his face. He carefully folded the note before hiding it into one of his desk's drawers.
"That doesn't sound bad at all." He looked back at his bed, where he knew (Y/N) had last been before leaving the manor.
"We'll meet again soon, (Y/N)."