-Athena's POV-

I sat down at the computers while everyone else crowded inside of the tiny hospital we had in the Tower. I wasn't friends with Dick--even if I was told to be--so I felt no need to be in there too. The computers needed tending to and no one else was doing it. The whole Justice League was a week deep in some kind of intergalactic mission. I was managing the whole entire Watchtower while Aqualad was checking on Nightwing.

"Hey Nightingale," Miss Martian appeared behind me, "will you take Dick home? You're the only one who knows where he lives and he needs to be resting at home." She placed her hand on my shoulder. I glared at her fingers, but she never removed them nor noticed I wanted them off of me.

"Why can't he stay here?"

"Because it's too dangerous and loud and hectic here. I bet he would be able to heal quicker in the comfort of his own home." I stood up and faced Megan, but she quickly took the chair I was sitting in. Usually, Martian Manhunter would be controlling the operations of the Justice League, so Miss Martian looked exactly like her uncle.

After everyone cleared out of Grayson's room, I went in to read his charts. He had a broken arm, broken toes, dislocated wrist, bruised knuckles, and a few broken ribs. Pssh, I've dealt with worse and went without sleeping for days. I wrapped his limp arm around my neck and lifted him off of the bed. He was heavy, but I was strong. I carried him all the way to the zeta-tube and entered the Batcave.

Wayne Manor was empty. Tim was back at the Watchtower, Alfred had taken an ordered vacation from Bruce, and Bruce was on a very lengthy Justice League mission. I walked all the way through the mansion until finally finding Grayson's bedroom. I lifted him up a bit higher, preparing to drop him on his bed, when I got a whiff of his scent. He was covered in dirt and mud, but he smelled like shit and roadkill. I almost wanted to throw up. I changed my course and went into the bathroom instead.

Nothing is too fancy for the Waynes. The bathroom looked like a god damned spa. In front of the silver sink, was a huge round mirror. The whole room was white with beautiful paintings on it. And then there was the bathtub. It was big and round, resembling a hot tub. Jets were on every bend. Above the tub was a square of water jets that would most likely rain down if turned on. This would be a perfect place to get rid of the living piece of filth I was still holding. I turned on the rain thingy and the faucet and dropped the boy into the cold, hard tub.

"Ow!" He screamed, jolting awake. I rolled my eyes and dumped soap in the tub. He looked down at himself and his eyebrows creased. "Wait, wait, wait. Why am I taking a bath in a full Nightwing suit?"

"Because you smell terrible and I didn't want to undress you," I replied, setting a towel down on the bench beside the bath. Dick's face returned to his normal glare and judging face once he realized I wasn't one of his friends.

"Well, you can leave now," he said, lifting his unbroken arm to gesture to the door. I quickly took my leave. I mentally screamed at my options. I had to make nice and seduce Grayson, but his attitude was driving me crazy. I hated him. Absolutely hated him. No doubt he would be in the bathroom struggling to remove his costume without two working wrists and arms. He had a cast on his left arm from the break, but his fingers were sticking out at the second knuckles. His other hand was completely useless without his wrist. Well, I should make him a food peace offering, I sighed to myself, and then help him clean himself.

I made some soup and poured some of his pain killers in it. I also got a glass of wine. Wine always helped me recover faster.

"Grayson," I whispered through the crack in the door, "I'm coming in." Shoving the door with the tray, I ignored his protests and sat in front of his personal hot tub. He didn't look happy. He had a fortress of bubbles that covered everything but his chest. He was using his cast to cover himself up, but he was failing.

"Uh, do not disturb!?" He glared again at me until his eyes wondered to the tray I was holding. The soup was very decorative, with little touches that made it look appetizing to the eye as well as the tongue and nose. "What's that?"

"Energy," I said. I put the tray on the bench with the towels and stood over him. He awkwardly shifted his legs--thinking that I could see through the bubbles--and looked up at me. I grabbed a sponge with a handle, put body soap on it, and sat beside Grayson. As I reached down to scrub his chest, he used his cast to block the handle.

"What are you doing!?" Dick shouted, looking up at me with crazy, uncertain eyes. He looked like a little puppy who was scared to go outside when it snowed. I rolled my eyes and groaned.

"What are you going to do, clean yourself? You have a broken arm and a dislocated wrist. I'm surprised you could get undressed yourself!" I countered, "I am the only other one here. You smell like crap and have a million open wounds that will get infected. If you want to do this yourself, fine. I'm just trying to help you. I carried you here, I ran you this bath, I'm taking care of you. The least you could do is say thank you, but I guess I expect too much of you, Grayson." I stood, but his cast linked itself with my arm and tugged me back.

"You're right, thank you," Dick said. I sat back down and began to scrub him of his dirt. "I'm sorry, for this past month. I've been a jerk to you and I don't really even know you."

"I'm sorry too. I know what it must feel like to have this person come in that you don't even know who just takes all your attention. I've been acting like a real bitch and taking your friends and family away," I told him. I never ever apologized for my actions, but that time, I actually felt that I should apologize.

"No, I've just been so jealous that I hadn't even tried to work things out with you," Grayson looked up at me and sighed, frowning. I nodded.

"Now that we're gonna be living together, can we just start over?"

"I'd like that. Hi, I'm Dick Grayson." I chuckled.

"Hi, I'm Victoria Smith. Can we be friends instead of enemies now?"

"Yeah." Dick smiled and nodded. I also smiled and scrubbed his waist. I was getting dangerously close to his lower parts, which would make us both feel very awkward. He noticed and took the scrubber from me. He used his cast to scrub himself and then he pulled the drain plug. "How about I go get dressed and we can both enjoy the wine you brought me?"

"Meet you in the kitchen," I walked away and sighed. Well, problem solved. I didn't need to kiss ass to get the Boy Blunder to forgive me and I was now his friend. Friends sounded nice.

"Alright, tell me more about this 'me and you' living together thing," Dick said, coming around the corner. He had a casual white polo shirt on with old blue jeans. I had rarely seen him look so normal and civilized. I raised an eyebrow at his appeal, which caused him to laugh and shrug.

"Well, Tim asked me and Bruce told me that he approved. So, I should be getting back to my apartment to pack my stuff."

"Do you need any help?" Grayson offered. I thought about all the secrets I had in my apartment, which caused me to hesitate. "Oh come on, if you want to be friends, that's what friends do."

"Oh, well, I think I'm good then. I can handle myself, thank you," I replied, smiling. Grayson shrugged again and sipped at his wine. I took it from his hands and took a large gulp.

"There you go! That was friend material! Now you're really acting like one of the guys!"

"Guess I am. Well, you should be resting. I'll be back tomorrow with all my stuff so find me a room. Bye, Grayson," with a small wave, I turned around and opened the massive front door.

"Hey, just don't die while you're out there, okay?" He called, grinning.

"Oh, I can't make any promises!" I hopped on one of the Bat Family's motorcycles and rode to my apartment. Most of the packing was computer stuff. I didn't have a lot of personal items anyway. I had a lot of equipment though that I didn't want to be found, so I labeled it 'Clothes and Delicates'. I rested my four bags and three boxes next to the door and quickly fell asleep. Tomorrow, I would be sleeping inside the home of the man who killed my family. Yet, I felt a weird sort of welcoming that was drawing me closer to the house. It was probably some weird hypnotic thing that monster learned.

~~~~~~~Damn, so many short chapters! Sorry guys. I'll try to spice things up a bit faster. Everything is happening so slowly, I feel like. What about you guys? I think I might have to extend the chapter number...this is a romance and they just now became friends! Yeah, you guys will be okay with that right? Vote, comment, or follow if you aren't already!~~~~~~~