Welcome to the 21st Century
It was late afternoon when Rachel walked into the house calling for her husband. Richard walked into the front room in sweats, towel drying his hair. He was grinning, pleased that she was home earlier than she had said she would be. "What's got you so excited little miss?" Rachel was practically jumping around with excitement. "I- I got the job!" It came out like a squeal. He smiled at her. With a quiet laugh at how childish she was acting, Richard asked "Which job interview was it today?" Rachel grinned. "I am now an official police officer."
Dick gaped at his wife. Did she really just say that? "Rachel…you can't be serious!" She shoved one hip out and put her hand on it. "Why not? This is a great opportunity for me." Dick knew if he said that he didn't want her to do it because he was worried she would get hurt, she would only be more determined to prove to him that she could do it. "It's because…women shouldn't be police officers." The thought came out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying. Her excitement from earlier was long gone now and replaced with irritation. She turned her back to him and walked to the couch, sitting on the back of it, with her eyes closed. He followed her and stood in the doorway. She took a deep breath before looking Richard in the eye. "What the HELL would make you think that?" He glared at her, starting to get irritated himself. "Women and guns do not mix." He replied completely serious. She sighed. "If that's the best you got then…" she trailed off with a smirk. Richard knew that if he didn't come up with something witty quickly he was going to lose this, and possibly her in the end. "Women don't belong on the police force in the middle of a shoot down. They should be at home cleaning and cooking, or in the hospital as a nurse, helping to heal the sick." Rachel glared at him, offended and extremely pissed off. "You sexist pig! I thought you respected me as your equal! You are being such a Dick!" She leaned back a bit more to grab a pillow and threw it at him. It hit Richard in the head and she smirked triumphantly. I always have had good aim. She thought.
Dick looked at the floor with a sad sigh. "That's not true Rae. I'm only acting like this because I'm worried about you. I don't want you going out there and getting yourself hurt, or worse." Rachel pushed off the couch, closed the gap between them and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm not going to get hurt Richard. I'll be careful." He looked into her eyes and Rachel saw the fear that was there. "You don't know that you won't get hurt." His voice was quiet and soft. Rachel laughed quietly as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "And besides, it's the 21st century. Women do all kinds of things like that now." He smirked at her reply, it was just so Rachel-like. "I know, it started changing in the 1920's when all the men left to fight in the war and women had to start working. I remember that much from history class." She raised an eyebrow at him, surprised that he had actually paid attention in high school. "Women had their taste of freedom. They learned what it's like to work outside of the house. When all the men came back they didn't want to give up that freedom." Rachel added with a gleam in her eyes and continued, "Ever since then we have been doing more and more things that people considered 'mans work' and proving that we can do just as good of a job, if not better." Dick gave a little tug, pulling her closer. "If by 'better' you mean flirting shamelessly as you work to get a bonus, then you're right." She shook her head smirking. "Girls rule, boys drool." She whispered before running off. Dick smirked chasing after her, already knowing that tonight was going to be an interesting night.