Day 1 - Wayne Manor

Pearls of rain were speckled all across the glass with a few trying hard to best the others, racing one another to see who would be first to reach the bottom of the window pane, leaving a watery trail in their steads.

She brought her fingers to the surface, following the lines of the rain droplets, a patient smile on her face. The dampness outside was not one of her favorite types of weather patterns but she didn't mind it so long as she didn't have to go out in it.

It had been raining all day; non stop and relentless. Starfire sighed as she shifted in her seat, pressing the side of her head to the glass, her green eyes watching the new raindrops that appeared from the night sky.

She and Robin had arrived in Gotham early that morning and had spent a bit of time together around the city before they inevitably went to see Robin's former mentor and legal guardian.

Bruce Wayne was, in Starfire's opinion, a complex and intriguing man. There were a lot of similarities between him and her boyfriend; ones that were painfully familiar to her when she saw them in the billionaire by day, vigilante by night.

She had known Bruce for a while now; having been in a relationship with his son for 2 years, she had had her fair share of meetings with him.

And yet, she still wasn't sure how she was supposed to take him. She wasn't sure on what he thought of her as he could make himself just as unreadable as Robin could, if not more. It was so very frustrating to be around humans who were so secretive about their own thoughts and feelings.

Starfire constantly wore her heart on her sleeve; allowing all of her emotions to be showcased. It was a Tamaranian trait, to embrace everything one felt. The very idea of hiding your thoughts and feelings or not expressing them at the very least was unheard of on her world.

They had come to the city Robin had grown up in as another milestone approached.

Nightwing was on the horizon; plans and designs carefully in place, just waiting to be followed through. He had always told her how he wanted Nightwing to be separate from Batman but, asking for a small ounce of help in creating the identity wasn't too hard a pill to swallow.

Alfred was someone that instantly made her smile; the older gentleman was warm and wise and she felt like she got on very well with him. He reminded her somewhat of Galfore, someone who would likely give her advice that was hard to hear but that was necessary.

If anything, she enjoyed visits to Robin's former home, simply because of seeing Alfred. She liked to help him with household chores including food preparation or, if the rarity came when the sun was beaming down on Gotham, she would help him in the garden; all the while chatting about whatever they wanted to.

She didn't have to wonder with Alfred; not like she wondered with Bruce.

As she sat on the integrated seat at the large window of the back of the den, she sighed and rolled her shoulders. There was a breath of loneliness that befell her at times such as this.

Robin had been summoned hours ago, spending the time with Alfred so that measurements could be taken for his new uniform. Bruce had gone as well of course; down the winding staircase into the cave.

She hadn't explicitly been told she couldn't tag along with the three of them but she also hadn't received an invitation, having resorted to staying upstairs and out of their way, instead.

The faint smile she wore faded a little as her mind dwelled on the insecurities she had locked away inside of her.

Starfire had a gut feeling Bruce didn't like her very much and was likely happy that she had not followed them down to the batcave. He was a conundrum of a person and she simply could not gauge what he was thinking, especially when it came to her.

In the beginning, when she had first come to Wayne Manor and met him for the first time, he had offered a polite smile and engaged in small talk with her as best he could but she still felt the scrutiny in his eyes whenever he looked at her.

Was it because she wasn't from Earth? Was it because she was a super powered being and he felt that she was a dangerous threat? Or was it simply… he didn't like who she was and didn't approve of his son being involved with her?

Biting her lower lip, Starfire pushed the swell of concern mixed with unhappiness further down inside her. There was a lump in her throat and tears briefly pricked her eyes. She wanted him to like her, to think of her like an addition to their family but she had doubts that she would ever reach such a level of acceptance from the man beneath the cowl.

"Starfire?"

A squeak burst from her lips and she jolted forward, her heart thumping in her chest like a caged bird fighting to be free. She took a deep breath and turned to find the source of the voice.

Bruce stood at the archway of the den, staring at her with mild curiosity, his hands at his sides. He wore a pale blue dress shirt, with a stray button not done up at his neck along with pressed, black pants, looking pristine as always. The dim light in the room reflected in the shine of his dark leather shoes and she found herself blinking at him.

"Oh… B-Bruce… you startled me."

A soft smile adorned his face, "Sorry. We seem to have that be a running theme in this house."

She puffed out a laugh, "Yes, Dick often catches me by surprise when we are at the tower… he is most silent and works well to use stealth tactics, without even meaning to."

He nodded and slipped his hands into his pockets, blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly in her direction,

"What are you doing down here?"

She gulped and suddenly felt nervous, a chill coming over her like she had been caught doing something she shouldn't have.

Immediately, she got to her feet, shyly wringing her fingers together in front of her chest,

"O-Oh… apologies for… intruding upon areas of your home… I was just-"

Bruce tilted his head, looking confused, "Starfire, please… sit."

She appeared hesitant now; unsure and uncomfortable.

"Please?"

Wordlessly, she sat back down on the cushion of the window seat, looking awkward as she pressed her knees together and threaded her fingers atop her lap.

Bruce calmly walked closer to her and waved a hand, "I didn't mean it like you aren't allowed to be here. You are… I was just curious why you were here of all places in the manor?"

She turned her head back towards the window, watching the rainfall, "This is… the most peaceful spot I have managed to find within your home. I can watch the rain here and be soothed by it." She paused, "And… I did not wish to interrupt… your planning in the cave."

His eyes widened a fraction, "Interrupt us? We were actually waiting for you for a time… Dick said you would come down but…"

"Oh."

She felt her face become hot, embarrassed, with the blush hidden by the orange tone of her skin.

Peering down at the hem of her skirt, Starfire chewed on her lip, feeling foolish and out of place. Insecurity gnawed at her soul, whispering fears and uncertainties into her mind about what he must think of her.

Bruce watched her for a long moment, processing and reading her behavior before he crossed the space between them and took a seat beside her, on the cushioned surface.

"You must be used to the grim weather here by now." Bruce murmured, his eyes focused on the lead of the water droplet race that was still in full swing.

Starfire blinked, surprised that he seemingly was trying to make conversation. As she had already pointed out to herself, Bruce was a quiet person, analyzing and calculating and using the true streak of a detective in him to figure others out, rather than conversing to do that like most people would.

"Uh… I… truly do not mind it. Rain is not something that we have on Tamaran. I find it fascinating."

His brows rose, "You don't?"

She shook her head, "We have water, of course. But, our water does not fall from the sky." She paused as a memory floated through her mind and she giggled behind the palm of her hand,

Bruce tilted his head in a questioning manner.

"Forgive me… I… just remembered the first time I discovered rain on this planet. We were all at the park and it started to rain and I was most certain is was an enemy hiding in the clouds… until Dick explained what it was. I do not believe he expected me to spend the rest of our day jumping from puddle to puddle, refusing to go home."

Bruce stared at her for a long moment before he quirked a smile, "I suppose it would definitely be something worth exploring if you'd never seen it before."

She smiled fondly as she cast her mind back on that day, "The first time I saw the snow… it was much the same… Dick explained it to me and told me how snow only really comes in Winter."

"He's been quite a teacher to you through the years."

Her smile widened a little more, "He has helped me adjust to life on Earth the most out of all our friends."

Bruce's blue eyes softened, seeing very clearly how much his son meant to this girl.

He hadn't been sure what to make of Starfire when Dick had first mentioned her and when it became apparent that the boy wonder thought of her as more than just a friend, Bruce took a little more interest when Dick would let slip little details about her.

Meeting her was a full on experience, she'd been excitable and exuberant, floating around the manor with the other Titans, awestruck by the building. He remembered wondering if she ever stopped smiling and if her face hurt at the end of the day because of the constant cheer across her features.

That first time had been years ago now and yet, sometimes, he still got the feeling he and Starfire were at odds in some way.

He was far from oblivious. He could guess that she didn't feel like she belonged or fit in whenever the two visited and stayed in Gotham for a few nights; the city and her were like polar opposites. One was gritty and dark, the other was passionate and full of happiness and life.

Bruce mused that that was what attracted Dick to the alien Princess; she was so different to what he'd known throughout his adolescence; a ray of sunshine through all the gloom, if you will.

"He's always been the helpful type." Bruce grunted,

"He is a good man." She paused to look at him, her green eyes locking on his blue orbs, "For any flaws Dick may have… he has a big heart and a gentle nature…"

He held her stare for a long time; not exactly one to break eye contact easily, before he gave her a short nod, "He is."

Starfire smiled and played with a lock of red hair, spilling over her shoulder and she turned her attention back to the rain streaked window.

Bruce refrained from clearing his throat awkwardly, trying to ignore the subconscious tapping of his fingertips against his knee. He wasn't an open book and he wasn't exactly the social type or at least… he didn't enjoy being social.

But, in this case, he wanted to try. He knew he wasn't easy to get along with and every single time they had come face to face, it was Starfire attempting to crack open the shell around him that she'd clearly shattered with Dick.

He'd noticed the change though; how in recent months, whenever they visited Gotham, Starfire had lost some of that glowing joy that usually radiated within an entire room, lighting everything up.

She'd given in a little with being the first to try and he could imagine what she thought, he thought of her.

Of course, she would likely be wrong.

Bruce considered her to be a very charming young lady; she was a very good fighter with a fiery temper to match. She was besotted with his son and he with her which was something no one could miss when seeing the couple together. She was an extremely upbeat soul with a sense of childlike wonder which was nothing short of endearing.

He was happy that Dick was happy and it didn't hurt that Starfire was a lovely girl as well. He enjoyed her company and found her sweet; a rarity to find in most humans, especially in Gotham City.

"Have I ever told you about when Dick was just a kid and Alfred was in London for a few days?"

Starfire's brows rose and a small, hopeful smile lingered on her lips as she shook her head.

Bruce chuckled, "He was only about 11 years old then and I'd finished a rough patrol… I had injuries that no child could really know how to dress."

The Princess shifted, eyes sparkling with interest as she tucked her legs underneath her and laced her fingers together.

"And in usual Dick fashion with trying to help everyone around him… He ended up wrapped toilet paper around my wounds. He wasn't stupid of course; he'd washed them with water and applied medicinals but this kid couldn't figure out where Alfred would store the gauze so… doing what he does best, he improvised and headed for the roll in the bathroom."

Starfire stared at the dark haired man for a long moment before she cracked up laughing, holding her stomach with one hand whilst the other covered her mouth as she descended into giggles.

"He did not!" She squealed, eyes bright with mirth,

Bruce smirked, "Oh he did… before he stuck the paper down with some plasters, hoping that would hold it all together."

Wiping a tear from her eye, Starfire shook her head in disbelief, "That is most hard to believe. Beside Raven, Dick is possibly the best in the team at wrapping wounds after battles."

Bruce eyed her, amused, "Well of course he is… after that little display, I had to teach him how to do it the right way."

Starfire tucked her hair behind her ear as the last of the chortles flowed from her mouth, slowly feeling an ease in her chest, like a weight was lifting the longer Bruce kept the conversation going with her.

Maybe she hadn't been entirely correct; maybe there was a chance that Bruce did approve of her and perhaps… he may like her.

"You sharing my embarrassing childhood moments with her, Bruce?"

Starfire beamed as she cast a glance over at the archway where Dick was standing, his arms folded over his chest whilst he leaned against the frame. He wore a smirk across his lips, like he already knew what they had been discussing.

"Me? Never." Bruce told him in a somewhat stoic manner,

"Uh huh… sure you're not." Dick replied, pushing off of the wall to cross the distance before he took a seat just behind Starfire, one arm sliding around her waist and softly kissing her cheek in greeting.

"I've just been telling her about… skills you have now improved upon."

Dick narrowed his eyes at his former mentor, "Is that right? Well, Star, would you like to hear some stories about Bruce?"

Bruce's eyes widened slightly and he frowned at his son, "Don't you dare."

Starfire grinned and turned to her boyfriend, "I believe I would love to hear some."

"Wait, wait… if you're set on tarnishing my reputation…" Bruce paused and smirked, seeing Dick playfully roll his eyes in Starfire's direction, "We'd best go and see Alfred for snacks."

"You think he'll be up for making his cookies?" Dick queried, getting up and offering Starfire a helping hand as well.

Bruce eyed the clock on the wall, "Hmm… I don't know… it's a little late."

Dick grinned and laced his fingers with Starfire's, "Maybe but I have a secret weapon with one hell of a puppy dog face."

Starfire laughed, a tinkling sound amidst the brief silence in the room as walked towards the kitchen with Dick on one side and a smiling Bruce on the other.

And for once in all the times she had visited Wayne Manor, she actually felt like she could relax and that her presence was welcome, rather than tolerated. She felt like she belonged, even if it was just a little bit.

But, she decided it was something and that feeling could only grow in the future.