Brenna waved at the front door as Bruce walked with Emma towards the waiting limo. Alfred was at the wheel and they were going out for some quality grandfather and granddaughter time. These last few months had been a dream come true, despite how this all began. In the last week Brenna had put what happened with Two face out of her mind and feel safe again. Today was the first day where Bruce wouldn't be fussing over her constantly. She had wanted a little space from her father for a while, so when Emma said she'd like to go for ice cream and go to the park, Brenna jumped on the idea.

"You know I've just realised that you two haven't actually been alone together yet? Why don't you take Emma out for the day? Spend some quality time together?"

"But what about you?"

"I'll stay in the mansion I promise. I'm not going anywhere."

"Alright…"

Brenna had felt a minor victory when Bruce started grinning and discussing all the different flavours he and Emma would get to try. He even made up some fake ones like 'essence of shoe' just to make Emma laugh and call him silly. Oh yes, Brenna had thought she'd won herself a little slice of privacy. Alfred would be driving and Tim was at a friend's house. Sweet sweet victory. "…Dick? You'll stay and keep Brenna company wont you?"

"Sure thing Bruce."

Aaaaaaaand her victory shattered.

"Don't let her have too much sugar!" Brenna waved and called after them as Bruce guided Emma into the limo like a princess. He strapped her into a pink car seat and then waved back towards Brenna. "I mean it Bruce!"

"She's coming back bouncing off the walls. I hope you know that?" Dick came to stand beside her in the doorway and leaned a shoulder against the doorframe suavely. "Bruce can't say no to her."

"Neither can you Uncle Dick." Brenna rounded on him with a finger poking his chest and a smirk on her face. "I saw you sign for that delivery this morning of the junior gymnastics kit."

"Hmm?" Dick backed into the house with his hands up in surrender. All the while he chuckled and didn't look sorry in the slightest. "Well she begged me to be her gymnastics tutor, so I thought why the hell not?"

"Because you never bothered to as me? Her mother?" Brenna folded her arms and chased him back into the mansion.

"Ah come on Bren? There will be crash mats everywhere and I'll catch her if she wobbles off the horse or falls from the bars. You know I wouldn't let anything happen to my little princess."

"…" Brenna blushed and chewed the inside of her cheek as she tried to find the right words to reply with. She didn't know what made her more flushed. Dick's new nickname for her, or that he thought of Emma as his little princess. Dick's back came up against the wall beside the stairs and he was still smirking…with those mischievous baby blues…that devastatingly handsome face…those expressive lips she had kissed… "Well, since when do you give me a pet name?" Was all she could manage to get out in the moment.

"You don't like it?" Dick shrugged and then stepped away from the wall and right up into Brenna's personal space. "I think you like it." He was letting his Nightwing courage take the wheel. For this last week he'd thought of nothing else but how Brenna felt in his arms, on his lap and of course on his lips. It had been a long time since he'd felt anything remotely romantic towards anyone. He'd used his playboy image as the adopted son of Billionaire Bruce Wayne to have plenty of sex in the past. For a while he used that as an outlet. But as he became more and more weighted under the pressure and pain of his life as Nightwing, he'd found less and less pleasure with beautiful strangers. Starfire and Zatanna had been fun, fast and passionate…but they came with all their own baggage and secret lies too. They had their own burdens to deal with, and in the end both relationships had fizzled back down to friendship. There was just something real missing. Something sweet and untainted. "I think you like more than just how I speak to you."

"…I, what are you, earth to Dick? You in there? Your signal is a little scrambled." Brenna tried to laugh it off and reached to ruffle his raven curtains. But her wrist was taken and she was whirled round and pressed up against the wall. "…Dick I-"

"You are fun, smart, honest and very beautiful." The original boy wonder had been waiting for such a long time to get Brenna alone. To be alone with her since last week. He couldn't let this chance slip him by. Not without making his feelings clear. They'd been simmering beneath the surface for a long time, but after that kiss, everything he felt about her boiled over the edge. He couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Wait Dick don't-"
"Why not?" He had his hands at either side of her against the wall and leaned close enough to make his intentions clear. Any moment he was going to kiss her. His baby blues drifted from looking deep into her nervous eyes, to her lips as she chewed and licked them. "Come on Bren? I felt the heat and the chemistry when you kissed me. I know you want this too."

"But what about Bruce?"

"What about him?" Dick scrunched his eyes, unsure what the B-man had to do with why they should kiss or not.

"Ok, hear me out." Brenna raised her hands and pressed them to his chest. It was an intimate gesture, but also one of restraint. "Let's say we…do this, whatever this is…and it goes south? Badly south? Don't you think that would make living together under the same roof awkward? For everyone?"

"What if it goes north?" Dick countered, undeterred by her hesitation. "What if this, whatever it is, turns out to be the best thing to have ever happened? Bruce is your dad, not mine. We're not related."

"But-"

"Listen Bren? Sure, we keep it a secret for a while until we have a name for 'whatever this is', so you feel comfortable being with me." Dick shrugged and smirked. "Then when the time is right we'll tell everyone."

"That's if this goes well. Or 'north'. If this goes badly? What then?"

"Then no one has to know and if we can't be amiable then I'll move out. I've done it before. Don't worry." Dick chuckled and nuzzled the end of his nose with hers cutely. "I'd never make Bruce choose between us and I wouldn't risk your life here at Wayne manor. You've waited a long time to come home. I'm not asking to jeopardise that."

"What are you asking for?" Brenna narrowed her steely eyes on him.

"It's about time we both got to be with someone good, caring, sexy and fun. Something more. Don't you think?" He waited for her to say something, but when Brenna just continued staring he chuckled and winked at her. "Let's make this simple. I really like you. You really like me. We don't have to put labels on anything until we've explored our feelings and each other."

"Each other? What do you mean by that?" Brenna raised a brow and gulped when he smirked so devilishly she felt her skin tingle. "Dick?"

"We're grown-ups, aren't we? I consider us to have already been friends first. You might have needed to be desperate to act on your feelings, but they are still your feelings. We are two consenting adults. You know what I mean Bren." Dick leaned in and craned his neck to plant burning yet chaste kisses at her neck and jaw. He let his lips travel up to the shell of her ear and he whispered hotly there. "You're still blushing. I wonder if your mind is coming up with all the things we're going to explore together?"

"And here I thought you were all sweet. You're just as much of a dog under all those boyish smiles and suit ties after all?" Brenna teased, but her heart wasn't in it. She was trembling with every press of his hot lips to her skin. He licked and nibbled at her earlobe and she chewed on a moan. "A-alright ground rules." Brenna felt her resolve and her knees go weak. "No one knows until we both agree we're sure. Emma is the last to know. N-no flirting when others are around."

"Ok." Dick slid his hands down the wall and up the back of her blouse.

"A-And we always use protection!"

"Deal." He smirked at the way she gripped the front of his shirt and gave in to his advances. She even started to tug at his buttons to undress him. "Yours and Emma's rooms are far away from the rest of us. So we always use your room."

"G-good plan." Brenna pinged the rest of his shirt open and gawked at his perfectly chiselled torso. "Holy hell?! Did you get a body like that from being a gymnast?"

"Yeah, and I work out." Dick chuckled and saw insecurity flash in her steely eyes. "Bren?"

"Bren-na." She insisted and tried to look up into his baby blues with an iron clad resolve. Dick thought she looked adorable with burning cheeks and pursed lips. In fact he found his gaze looking at those lips unabashed. "Erm, you know, I'm a mother and I was never a gymnast. I also haven't 'worked out' since my rugby days."

"So?"

"SO I'm not as…firm as you are…" Dick blinked at her a few times and then realised what she was talking about. She was insecure about her body having seen how athletic he was. Brenna was an average height, slim, but wouldn't be modelling any swimwear any time soon. Brenna thought of herself as a moderately good 6/7. Dick was a solid 10. "Hell Dick the women at the party last week were in the same league as you. I'm certainly not-"

Brenna yelped in her mouth as she was taken into his arms and kissed. Dick tangled his hands in her hair and worked his way past her mental walls of resolve. With each caress of his lips, each pulse of heat from his body against hers, and each soft moan he shared with her sparked a reciprocal interest and confidence from Breanna. It wasn't long before she had him pressed up against the wall and her hands in his hair. "Oooooh Dick." She whimpered and clung to him as his hands roamed up her blouse and mapped her every dip and curve. All the ones he could reach anyway.

Their first kiss had been one of desperation, but this one was out of sexual intrigue and need. Much need. "Upstairs?" She managed to get out in-between his tongue caressing hers and his hands undoing her blouse. He released her long enough to nod, scoop her up onto his shoulder and carry her upstairs. Brenna laughed the whole way, amused at being carted up like a cave woman. Once inside her room Dick was on her. He pushed her blouse down her shoulders, held the front of her left bra strap in one hand and the other pinched and pinged the strap open. "Oh hell. How many women have you gone to bed with to know how to do that?"

"I was a man whore in a previous life. I'm not anymore and I'm perfectly healthy." Dick didn't see the point in lying. He slid the bra down her arms and threw it onto the floor to one side. "I've always been good with my hands."

"Have you now?" Brenna burned. She had very little experience compared to Dick, and she felt nervous again. What if he was used to sex goddesses and she wasn't as fun to be with? Would he be disappointed?

"Yes." He threw his shirt off, amused at the way her eyes became glued to his firm pecks and her hands twitched to touch him. He encouraged her, taking one of her wrists and pressing her palm to his chest. "I'm pretty good with various other parts of my anatomy as well, but I'll let you be the judge of that."

"Oh." She gulped, and shuddered as he kissed her and made her mind start to numb. As Brenna felt at his chest and neck, he busied his hands with both their jeans and flies. Dick stepped out of his jeans and pants first before kicking them out of the way. Next he shoved hers down and stepped on them, walking Brenna back and naked towards the bed. She gasped as she felt his firm erection press against her thigh. "P-protection?" She turned her head to one side to speak, and he immediately targeted her neck with his lips and teeth. Nipping against her pulse and crumbling the last of her resistance.

"Yes."

"ooof!" Brenna went flying, pushed onto her back and bouncing on the mattress. She leaned up on her elbows and watched as Dick reached into his jeans pocket and retrieved a condom. "…hay? Wait a minute?! Did you plan this?"

"Maybe." He winked at her and crawled onto the bed beside her. "I mean I hoped…better to have one and not need one, than need one and not have one?"

"Yeah. Don't I know it." Brenna chuckled and as he crawled over her on the bed like a wolf over its meal. He added to that imagery when he hummed deeply and licked his lip, smirking down at her. "Oh boy." Brenna gulped as he nudged one of her knees with one of his…and her legs didn't part. "Erm, hang on a second."

"Don't' worry. Well do plenty of foreplay first. We'll be alone for hours. We can take our sweet time." He kissed her, which she enjoyed, but she tensed when he reached down and strokes his hand down her ribs and waist. He felt this shudder and lifted up to look for the source of her sudden discomfort. Brenna held onto his neck and hadn't told him to stop, but her eyes prickled with tears. Dick's grin fall to a frown and he leaned up as much as he could as he stared at her.

"What's wrong?" She gulped. "Why did you stop?"

"You…told me how you got pregnant with Emma. When you were drugged you told me…what that David guy did to you."

"A huh." Brenna gulped and sat up when he moved off her completely. Their was an air of alarm about him that concerned her. "Well yeah, he spiked me. I…forgot I told you that." She cleared her throat and held her knees up loosely. Dick sat up and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Did you report him to the police?"

"Ha! Did I hell." She sniggered and rolled her eyes. "Rich lawyer daddy? Remember? I got painted as a drunk teenager crying wolf. My blood samples got 'corrupted', so I couldn't prove my story. Conveniently for David I didn't have a foot to stand on."

"Son of a bitch!" Dick snarled. "You think his dad got the case thrown out?"

"Yeah." She shrugged. "So with that in mind I was more than happy to agree to dissolve David's parental responsibilities to Emma." Brenna saw a look she'd never seen on Dick's face before. Dark rage. She didn't like it. "Dick? I've had over five years to come to terms with what David did to me. I've had therapy. And I have Emma."

"Right." He still looked at her with worry.

"Why did you ask me that now?" It was odd to have gone from getting hot and heavy to talking about David.

"Well it's just that before when I tried to…you resisted. Erm, Brenna? Have you…had sex since then?" Dick saw the way she pursed her lips and averted her gaze. "Oh man. And I pretty much carried you upstairs and launched at you like a starving animal. Shit." Dick laid back on the bed and exhaled. "I'm an arsehole."

"No you're not." Brenna chuckled and smiled down at him, leaning back on one elbow. Dick still stared up at the ceiling, even when Brenna leaned over even more to try and catch his gaze.

"We can go slow. Much slower than this." Dick shifted onto his side to mirror her, and looked Brenna straight in the eye with Nightwing level conviction. "We can get dressed and just kiss for a while. I will never make you do anything you're not ready for. I swear it."

Her smile was so warm and so brilliant, Dick felt drawn in by her.

"I know that Dickie." She then smirked, amused at having thought of a pet name for him too. One that made him bush just as badly. "Now stop looking at me like a delicate glass, and don't handle me like I'll shatter. I'm made of sturdier stuff." Brenna chuckled and kissed his cheek with a wry smile. "Sure it's be a while. So I'm not as flexible as you. But I've always been good at staying in the game to the final minute. Even in extra time." She giggled when he seemed to calm down and smile at her. "I'm sorry if I'm rusty. But I promise I'd tell you if I didn't want something."

"How about you take the lead but I make suggestions?" Dick held her cheek and smiled tenderly at her. "You tell me what you want and how you want it." He kissed her lips slowly, conveying his passion with every breath and nip.

"Ok." She whispered to his lips and took hold of his wrist. She brought his hand from her face and to the soft flesh of her breasts. He deftly massaged her and teased her areola.

"Would it be weird for me to put my mouth here?" Dick ghosted his thumb over her pert nipple and looked at her with a cheeky grin. "I mean I really want to, but is it different for you after you've had a kid?" Brenna raised a brow at him and blushed.

"…I'm going to pretend you didn't say that, and tell you to go for it." Brenna giggled at the mischievous way he winked at her, before shimmying down the bed giving her breasts his full attention. Dick pushed her onto her back and cradled her left breast with his hand and mouth. He loved the way her body shuddered and her hands tangled in his hair to hold him close as he worshiped her.

"I could go lower?" Dick smirked as he felt her hand on his head guide him down her navel. He left a blazing trail of kisses across her body as he made his way to the crux of her thighs. This time Brenna had parted her legs for him, and he moaned at the sight of her. It suddenly occurred to him that despite his many conquests, he'd never been with a mother before. He'd always wondered if this part of a woman became unrecognisable after childbirth, or if there was an obvious difference, but as he came to rest there he was pleased to say that wasn't. He parted her dark tresses and labia to see her sweet darker flesh. He felt his cock ache to be where his mouth was, as he slowly dragged his tongue across her folds. He would never forget the way she moaned and swore under her breath. Dick wanted to make sure that this was the best sex she'd ever had. Especially considering what happened the last time she was 'with' a man.

So Dick pulled out all the stops. He suckled at her clit, swirled at it with the end of his tongue, all whilst he crooked finger inside her. Dick used a gentle and explorative 'come hither' motion to find her G spot, which was signalled by another guttural swearing from Brenna. His lips smirked against her, enjoying how she writhed and grunted with pleasure. He had to use his free hand just to keep her pelvis on the damn bed when he added a second finger and cranked up the pace. Brenna's hand came back down and held the back of his head, enjoying every second of throbbing bliss he was giving her. Just when his jaw was starting to ache, she tightened her grip at his hair and trembled.

"Fuck-Dick I-fuck!" Brenna tensed and felt the frothing pleasure burst forth and wash over her in waves. She was still buzzing when he slithered up her body and continued to tease her throbbing clit with slick fingers.

"Nice?" He chuckled at her blush and lusty gaze as she nodded up at him. "You look gorgeous like that. Panting, hair like a dark sexy halo and hunger in your eyes." Dick wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and kissed her neck. "So…I know what I'd like to do next. What about you?"

Despite the amused tone to his voice, Dick was genuinely worried about how she'd react during the actual sex part of this encounter. He needed to know he was allowed to proceed and she was ready for it. If Brenna said to stop right then an there, he would. "You're not just a tryst to me Brenna. I meant it when I said I really like you. I'd wait for you, if you wanted me to."

"Oh that's it."

Brenna grabbed his shoulders and flung him over to his back. He bounced once on the bed before Brenna climbed up to sit over his lap. She kept her pelvis above his, put one hand on her hip and pointed to his chest with the other hand. "Now listen to me buddy. If you're going to be so sweet and so cute, I can't promise you'll be safe."

"Oh?" Dick grinned and cast his baby blues to look down. His pale cock was straining up to bury itself in her heat, but she was a good inch raised above his shaft. "Going to take me are you?" He shook the condom packet at her and made quick work of rolling it down his length. He then took hold of the base of his cock, holding it ready with great anticipation in his eyes.

"I'll be unable to resist." She smirked and looked down to see how easy it would be to act on that threat. Especially with him holding himself 'prime and ready'.

"Well in that case?" His devil make care grin was what pushed her over the edge in the end. "Want to hold hands beneath the moonlight tonight once everyone else is asleep? I know a secret way up to the roof? Me, you, the moon and ahhhh fuck." Dick held onto her hips as she took him in, inch by blissful inch.

"I'm not the only potty mouth, it seems?" Brenna ignored the sting as she stretched around his girth. She watched intently at the flex of his abdominal muscles as he reacted to being so deep inside her. Once sheathed completely she braced her weight on her knees and reached over to take hold of the head board. Dick saw her train of thought and sat up. Holding the small of her back he dragged them both closer so he could rest his shoulder blades against the headboard and Brenna could use it for leverage. His hands flew to her hips and waist as she gripped the headboard and began a deep and steady rhythm. Dick took hold of the back of her neck and brought her in for a kiss, moaning together as they echoed the room with their pleasure.

Brenna whimpered and arched back, giving Dick her neck to kiss and nip. He held the her nape and palmed at her breasts in turn. They kissed again, never slowing the desperate pace of their writhing bodies. The same white hot, building tide of passion rose up inside her, and this time she wasn't alone. Dick grunted and licked his fingers urgently. He felt down between them desperately and grinned against her neck when he found her clit. He was relieved when she came again and groaned when she tensed all around his cock. The best feeling in the world. He barely managed to keep circling the pad of his fingers at her clit as he came himself. Her tight wet heat was just too much to withstand any longer.

They both came hard and clung to each other, panting and smiling with the relief of their climax.

Suddenly Dick started giggling and blew a raspberry into the side of her neck.

"What was that for?" Brenna pushed Dick to sit back against the headboard, but didn't lift herself off him.

"I'm really happy." Dick shrugged with a dopy grin. "Not only was that amazing, but I'm bringing champagne to the roof tonight."

"Wh-what? You were serious?" Brenna blushed and held her cheeks. "We can't go sneaking up to the rooftop at night?! what if we were caught?"

"Trust me?" Dick sat up and nuzzled the end of his nose with hers, loving how she smiled as he did so. "I know for a fact that Bruce and Tim will be out tonight at work."

"A huh?" with the mention of her father Brenna quickly lifted her hips and let Dick's cock slide out of her. She couldn't bring herself to remain 'mounted' after that. "Don't you have to go as well?"

"Nope." Dick kissed her and hummed with delight. "We're taking a rota system so someone is always home with you and Emma. Tonight is my night." His grin was wide and his hands stroked at her thighs as she shifted her weight. She walked off the bed and Dick eagerly followed her towards the bathroom.

"Oh?" Brenna chewed her lips and looked to one side in thought. She giggled as Dick guided her into the walk in shower, hot on her heels. "Well…if Alfred and Emma are asleep in their beds, and everyone else is out…I don't see why not."

"I'll bring the champagne, you bring this." Dick grabbed her ass and made her giggle. He nibbled at her neck, holding her navel tenderly with one hand and turning the shower on with the other. "And we'll talk and laugh and snuggle…but before then." Dick bit her shoulder playfully and slipped his hand from her navel down between her tresses. "We have hours of alone time."

"How many condoms do you have?" Brenna turned around and shared his hunger. This was fun. Brenna had forgotten just how much she enjoyed sex.

"I had a pack of 12, so 11 more."

"That'll do."

The pair giggled and splashed water from the shower at each other, playing and enjoying being intimate. "We're really doing this?"

"We are." Dick winked and enjoyed lathering up her hair, as she did his.

"I hope we know what we're doing." Dick saw the worry in her eyes, and kissed her firmly.

"We do. We're going to enjoy each other, spend quality time together, become closer and only when we're both ready tell everyone."

"This…is a bit fast…but if you promise we can take our time then I think we can do this."

"I know we can Bren. And I'm looking forward to every minute of it." A mischievous grin came to her face as she smirked up at him.

"If you say so…Dickie-bird?" His face fell and he cleared his throat.

"Ok I get the hint. I'll stop calling you Bren."

"Good Dick. Very good."