Tell her the truth (canon)

You withdraw your hands from her body.

"I...I thought you already understood this kind of sensation. You know... you said you were more... sensitive?" You sincerely hope she figures it out on her own.

Nightwing blushes furiously, and can't bring herself to look you in the eye. "I...I know...I know it's...I know it was...pleasure..." She swallows nervously. "But... there was something...more..."

"...More?"

"Th-that was the first time that..." She seems to struggle to find the words, but you put the pieces in place. Not only is she a virgin, she's never been touched in such a manner before. She opens her mouth to continue, but you cut across her.

"You don't have to say any more. I understand."

An awkward silence falls between the two of you. You rub the back of your neck, and a question pops into your head - and, like an idiot, you blurt it out.

"Wait, the other night, I touched the marks left by the straps - are you only sensitive in one spot on your back?"

"I...I suppose so..."

You nod, not sure what else to say, now.

Actually, no, another question has popped into your head, and it is MUCH more important.

"Hold on, if you knew it was, uh..." You swallow nervously. "Pleasure...why did you ask me to do it again?"

{if@ Nightwing thinks you're a pervert==true}"You lecherous, disgusting human... you just want to hear me say it..."{else}"I...I..."{endif}

You quickly move around to sit in front of Nightwing. You reach out and take hold of her hand, looking deeply into her eyes.

"If you don't want to tell me, you don't have to." You do your best to make your voice soft and soothing. "I just want you to know - if there's ever anything you want to talk about...I'm here. Not as your ****, but as your friend."

What happens next leaves you speechless, and for years to come would serve to cement your choice to enter the field of psychiatric therapy.

Tears begin to well up in Nightwing's eyes.

"Nightwing, are you-"

"My entire life, I've been told that feeling things is wrong." Her grip on your hand tightens. "I've been told that having feelings is a sign of weakness. I've only known you for three days, and I've already felt things that I never even dreamed of.

"I've felt happy for the first time. I've felt grateful. I'm... I'm tired of not feeling anymore. I want to feel things." She grasps your hand with both of hers. "I want to feel this. And...I want to feel it with you. Because you're the first person in my life to make me feel anything other than completely worthless."

You're speechless. You had no idea she had been feeling this way - so conflicted, and likely depressed.

"I'm glad that I can give you that happiness, but... I'm not so sure we should just leap into this. I think we should maybe take it slowly - see if maybe you still want this after you've felt a bit more."

Nightwing's eyes light with rage. "I know what I want! I want this! And I'm tired of being told what I should and shouldn't want!"

"I'm not trying to tell you what you should and shouldn't want - I'm just saying that just because you want it in the moment, doesn't mean that you truly want it."

"Enough!" Nightwing releases your hand, and grabs you by the shoulders. You can feel the compulsion to obey creeping in again, but much stronger this time. Once again, your initial reaction is to resist - but this is far too strong for you. "As my ****, I command you - give me what I want!"

You have a general sense of what she wants thrust violently into your mind. She desires pleasure, and for you to give it to her - and the absolute, all-encompassing compulsion to do just that.

You have to obey - you have ****. But you find a loophole - her vague understanding of it leaves it as an open- ended command. She doesn't know how it should be given, and as such her command lacks that detail.

So, it's up to you to decide how to carry it out.