So it's about to be flash back central up in this chapter so just beware! Ok have fun my loves!

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Okay, so Step One fell through, but Step Two was foolproof. I just knew it!

Step 2: List all of Dick Grayson's flaws.

Number one: He's too nice. I know what you're thinking—too nice? But the boy is a superhero, and he takes down bad guys with punches to the face. Punching people is most definitely not nice!

But that's Robin, and I'm not in love with Robin. I'm in love with the boy behind the mask, the one who gives me his jacket when it's freezing out, even if he ends up shivering. I'm in love with the boy who can't say no because he doesn't want to disappoint anyone.

Wait, I'm getting off track again.

Back to what I was saying—Dick is too nice. Even if his generous personality is one of my favorite things.

Number two: His hair is nicer than mine.

There, I said it. His gorgeous raven locks make me feel like Cinderella before the fairy godmother gave her a makeover. His hair is so soft it should be illegal. I even asked him once what conditioner he uses, and he said it's just some generic two-in-one. Seriously?

Which brings me to number three...

Number three: He's a literal angel.

Now, some might say that's not a flaw, but when you're a monster like me, you don't want to taint the purest beings. Weeks after Batman found me, rescued me from that warehouse after the Joker had me, the only person who could calm me down was him. He was my angel in disguise. That's what I used to call him in my mind.

Flashback

Standing in the middle of the gym, I watched as my teammates trained, feeling anger bubbling inside me. I wasn't allowed to practice anything. Not a cartwheel, not a flip, nothing. Everyone was too worried that I'd hurt myself, or worse.

"Hey, Tweety, you okay?" Conner asked, barely breaking a sweat as he did sit-ups with a 200-pound weight resting on his chest, as if it weighed nothing.

"Peachy," I growled, glaring at the wall. I could feel my eyes flicker between blue and red, and my gums ached as my canines threatened to elongate. I held them back, along with the claws itching to come out.

"We know you won't hurt us. You can change if you need to," Artemis said softly. But I didn't look at her.

"You don't understand," I muttered, still staring at the wall.

She huffed, standing up and crossing her arms. "Then make us understand! You've been avoiding us for weeks. You barely come to the cave anymore, and when you do, you act like we're strangers. We miss you, Tweety."

"I can't control it!" I yelled, turning to face them, my claws and fangs bared. "I don't know what to do! I wish Batman had never found me in that warehouse. I should have just died in there with the men I killed."

"Shut up!" Robin's voice cut through the air, sharp and full of anger. We all froze. Even I was taken aback by the intensity in his voice.

"Stop talking like that," he continued, his voice still hard but softer now. "If you died..." He paused, looking so broken, as if the thought of me dying would destroy him too. He composed himself and took a step closer, his eyes locked on mine.

"We're going to help you. We'll spend as much time as it takes because you're not alone in this. And you're not a monster. A monster wouldn't care about hurting their friends. A monster wouldn't feel guilt for killing someone who deserved it. A monster wouldn't feel anything. And you—you feel everything, don't you?"

I realized then that he was standing directly in front of me. I took a step back, terrified I might hurt him, but he grabbed my hand before I could move farther away.

"Robin, let go. I don't want to hurt you," I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Then don't," he said simply, his tone calm and certain.

"But I don't know how!" A tear rolled down my cheek. "I don't know how to make it stop. I don't know how to control it."

He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. "Focus on me. Just focus on my voice. Block everything else out. It's just you and me, okay? Nothing else matters."

I closed my eyes, trying to block out the chaos inside me and listen only to him.

"Now," he said softly, "tell me something that makes you happy. Something you can't help but smile about."

I thought for a moment until one memory surfaced, one that always made me feel better.

"The first time I met you," I whispered, knowing only he could hear me. "At the carnival. I knocked you down, and I was so freaked out that I hurt you."

A small smile tugged at my lips.

"That's a nice memory," he said, his voice full of warmth. "Now open your eyes."

I slowly opened them, and his grin was so big that it made my heart swell.

"You did it!" he cheered, wrapping me in a hug.

"I did?" I looked down at my hands. My claws were gone, my body calm again. For the first time in weeks, I felt in control. A wide grin spread across my face. "I did it!" I squealed, jumping into his arms. He spun me around, both of us laughing in pure joy.

"Told you, you could," he said, his eyes bright with pride.

The rest of the team gathered around, all excited that I had finally gotten my powers under control, even if just for a moment.

Flashback ends

Number four: His smile.

It's flawless. Which makes it a flaw because the only person who should be allowed to be flawless is Beyoncé.

Number five: Girls love Dick Grayson.

And girls love Robin. Which means I'd have to beat them off with a stick. And while I could, I have better things to do. There was one time, though, when I got to rough up a girl for flirting with him, and that felt really good.

Flashback

Catwoman had decided to rob another jewelry store. We were hot on her tail—Batman, Robin, and me—swinging from rooftops. But when we got closer, I noticed something odd. There was someone with her.

"When did she get a sidekick?" I muttered, eyes narrowing as I zeroed in on the girl next to her.

I swung higher, launching myself into the air and letting out a powerful Canary Cry that sent both Catwoman and her sidekick crashing into a nearby wall. They landed in an alley, cornered.

"Oh, Batman, what a pleasure," Catwoman purred, her tone dripping with seduction.

I gagged behind Batman, who ignored me.

"And you brought your little birds." She smiled coyly, and then her gaze shifted to the girl next to her. "Meet my sidekick, Kitty."

I stifled a laugh. This girl was not exactly intimidating—murky green eyes, split-end hair, and a full leather suit topped with a skirt. Really?

Batman and Robin immediately engaged Catwoman, leaving me with Kitty.

"What's so funny, blonde? Already losing brain cells?" she snapped, her whip cracking through the air.

"Blonde jokes? How original," I said, dodging the whip easily. "You can tell me more when I visit you in juvie."

I charged at her, throwing my shoulder into her stomach and sending her crashing into the brick wall. She staggered to her feet, claws outstretched.

"Stay still, you whore," she growled, swiping at my face.

"And now with the slut-shaming! Way to set women back fifty years," I sighed, grabbing her wrist and twisting her arm behind her back. I kicked her in the stomach, sending her sprawling.

"Nice claws," I said, smirking. "Mine are real." I let my own claws extend as she glared at me.

Robin appeared at my side, placing a calming hand on mine.

"Tweety, control," he whispered, squeezing my hand gently.

I let out a deep breath, retracting my claws. "I'm fine," I said, smiling at him.

Kitty, clearly not getting the hint, looked up at Robin with a smirk. "Well, aren't you hot? Too bad you're one of the good guys. We could be so bad together."

Oh, no she didn't.

"You're hot too, right?" she said, turning her gaze to me. "Come on, bad girls are always prettier, aren't they? Look at me. And look at her." She gestured to me like I was nothing.

Okay, now I was not calm.

Before she could blink, I landed a punch to her face, sending her flying backward. "You know, I was calm before," I said as I grabbed her collar, pulling her close. "Stay down if you know what's good for you."

I ripped the bag of jewelry from her waist and handed it to Robin.

"No one messes with my guys," I murmured as we swung away, leaving her crumpled on the ground.

Flashback ends

Number six: His eyes.

They're the bluest blue you've ever seen, and once you look into them, you're done for. They'll haunt you. I failed a math test once because all I could think about was the way he looked at me that morning.

Number seven: His heart.

It's massive, like Jupiter. Dick cares more than anyone I know. He's always by my side when I'm sad or hurt. He makes me feel loved—just not the way I want him to.

Number eight: His brain.

He's a genius. And that's a problem because he can always tell when I'm lying. He knows exactly what I need before I even say it, and sometimes, it's annoying how attuned he is to me.

Number nine: He's perfect.

And no one should be allowed to be this perfect. It's not fair for the rest of us who have to deal with falling in love with him.

And lastly, Number Ten: I'm in love with him.

Okay, maybe this isn't really his flaw, but it sure feels like one. He made me fall in love with him without even trying. Who does that?

So maybe this wasn't exactly a list of his flaws. Maybe this was just a list of reasons why I love him.

On to Step Three, I guess, because Steps One and Two just landed me deeper in the hole I'm digging for myself.

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