Hola! ToCoOLfOrU here, with my second story. The first one (Till Death Did Us Part) is on hold and isn't doing so great.
Dedication: To my long lost soul sista! (you know who you are)
Anyway, here's Failure To Launch: TT style.
Enjoy!
Have you ever met someone that doesn't seem to want to move out of their parents house? An adult that's old enough to have a full bed in their apartment, instead of sleeping in a twin bed with Superman sheets? Someone like womanizer Richard Grayson, a 25 year old man that right now is on one of his oh so "dates." Pretty normal, right? Wait until the lucky girl goes inside his house...
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"So...Dick tell me about yourself." said Katrina Moth flirtingly. She was awfully close him, and Richard found it hard to breathe fresh air instead of her perfume (which in my opinion sprayed more than enough) He was lucky to have responded without choking.
"Well, I sell houses for Wayne Buiders Inc, and I live in a two story house with my trusted butler Alfred." Richrd was showing off as always; anything to get this girl to go to his house.
"Wow, you must be really proud of your job." said Katrina trying to sound impressed but failing miserably.
"Yes I do." he agreed not noticing her fake impression voice.
"So where do you see us going?" he added
"How about your place?" the blong-haired woman asked
"Sounds like a plan." Richard answered smoothly.
Plan A was working out just like he planned. Richard knew what kind of girl he was messing with; the kind that wants the same thing he does:Pleasure (A/N No this isn't a RobinxKitten fanfic. This isn't going too far either! It's rated T not M!)
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When Richard and Katrina arrived at his house, Richard opened the car door for her; and she stared at the house in awe.
The house was in fact two stories, rose bushes were on each side of the front yard; perfectly trimmed. There were some lights here and there making the white house even more breath-taking.
"This is your house?" Katrina asked unbelievingly
"Yeah, after 3 years of of moving from house to house, I finally have good taste." Richard replied.
"Let's go inside." she said after a few moments of awkward silence. Richrd agreed with a nod and followed her inside.
"It's. . .beautiful." said Katrina as she scanned the inside of Richard's home.
"Like you." he added, looking down on her. This wasn't fully true but it was the best thing he thought was good to say.
Lucky for him she bought it.
"Aww, your sweet." and the next thing you know her lips crashed upon his.
Surpised by the woman's actions, Richrd nonetheless kissed her back with the same amount of force. He walked backwards up the stairs towards his room, his lips never leaving hers. Katrina's hands were roaming everywhere, from Richard's unruly hair to under his shirt; where he held a hard six pack.
Finally reaching his room Richrd kicked opened the door and gently layed the blond-haired woman onto his bed. For the lack of oxegen, both of them had to seperate. Instantly various clothes were thrown carelessly on the floor.
With no words spoken Richard and Katrina continued their session under the covers of the bed. (He took out the Superman sheets just in case)
Suddenly the door opened, revealing a clueless Bruce Wayne. Unaware of what what was happening he spoke.
"Richard, I forgot to-"
"Ahhhh!" shrieked Katrina.
"Woah, Bruce ever heard of knocking?" said Richard
"Oh! Uh, sorry I didn't know you had... company over." he replied.
"Just wanted to say that I forgot to tell you that Mr. Fuller called to see that house on Crestside." Bruce added as he closed the door. Instantly Katrina turned to Richard.
"You live with your parents!" she asked unbelievingly
Uh-Oh Richard thought. Plan A wasn't going fully like he thought it would be. At the same time this thing usually happened: he just wasn't used to it. The unexpected turned out to be expected.
"Is that a problem?" Richard asked coolly.
"Ugh, yes it's a problem!" yelled Katrina angrily
Shouts and "I can explain's filled the entire house, and it was driving Bruce and Diana up the wall. (A/N: Diana is only Bruce's girlfriend for now)
Both of them could hear the sound of footsteps come down the stairs and the door slam shut; just like they expected it to be
"Bruce should we call her?" asked Diana
"Yes, I want Richard out of this house as soon as possible." he answered as he dialed a number on the phone.
"Hello?" said an angelic voice from the other line.
"Ms. Anders? I was calling about my son Richard..."
To Be Continued...
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ToCoOLfOrU