“You wouldn’t dare!”
“I wouldn’t?” She said in a threatening voice.
About the same, minus the school part. [He shrugs one shoulder and leans against the table.] Been working a case. You seen Bruce lately?
“No, the last time I talked to him he was on a mission with the team.” The red head glared around the kitchen and shrugged. “Sadly he didn’t take Damian with him.”
Officer Grayson, at your service.
“-tt- Grayson will pay for this.” He mumbled buckling himself in. To say Damian was pissed was an understatement. He glared as she drove.
“Don’t give me that look or I will send those pictures right now.” She evilily glared back over to you.
“But the food there is crap. I will not eat such rubbish.” He rolled his eyes and continued walking.
She got into her truck and drove toward you with it. Opening her door she grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you across her into the passanger seat. “I promised Dick that I would keep you company for another hour. And I keep my promises.”
“That or call Pennyworth. I am not that worried.” To him this was a waste of time.
Crap! “You are coming to McDonalds with me.” The red head tells him as she walks out to her large black Hummer. Turning around with the angriest face she could make. “Get in the stupid truck!”
“You are not funny. Besides I do not like Grayson in that way. And you’re the one who should marry him more often than not he irritates me.” He pulls on his coat and heads towards the door.
“So are you just going to walk home?” She crossed her arms in irration as you walked away from her. I am not taking that brat anywhere, anymore no matter how much Dick begs me. He’s getting it tonight.
“I can’t believe Grayson thought this was a good idea.” He pulled off his skates and tied his converse back on. “-tt- this was a stupid waste of time.”
“The feeling is mutual.” She throw her skates and bag over her shoulder. “You can hang out with Dick for the rest of your life. No you can marry him!”
What have you been up to, Batgirl? Busy? [He smiles.]
“Swamped, you know school-training-patrol, the ususal Bat kid day. What about you bird boy.” Leaning in closer, she place her elbows on the table in front of her. Lying her head perfectly in her small pale hands.
