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L.L.A.P
~Laces
Chpt.1
"What to pack. What to pack. What to pack." She mumbled as she scanned her eyes over her home. Her thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Get out of there soon. They're coming."
"Thanks hon." She smiled then hung up. Her emerald eyes went back to her home.
"What to leave." She grumbled.
~*~*~*~*~Two Weeks Later~*~*~*~*~
"This is so booooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg." Dick groaned as he slouched in his car seat. He finished the book he was reading, his phone was dead from playing angry birds too much, and the city was slow. There was virtually no crime going on.
"Isn't Blüdhaven supposed to be as full of crime and villainy as Gotham?" he questioned with a grumble.
"Calling all units. Robbery in progress at the Jewelry store on ninth street." The police radio stated and Dick smiled.
Before he could radio back, someone else beat him to it.
"Squad Car Seven reporting. I'm right around the corner. Be there in a minute." The other officer stated, and Dick slouched in his seat again.
He was too far away to even suggest being back-up.
At least when I'm Nightwing I can roof jump when I'm bored. Dick thought as he twiddled his thumb and kicked his busted song radio.
"I can't even listen to music." He grumbled.
Dick remembered when he was a kid. He remembered thinking that driving a cop car would be the coolest thing in the world, going on high speed chases and playing around with the lights and siren.
However, as a kid he never imagined the downtime. The grueling boring downtime.
Once his shift was over, he wanted to throw a party. Being confined in car all day was not his idea of fun.
Once he clocked out of work, Dick changed into his Nightwing suit to stretch his legs and look for some action.
However, he was met with no crimes.
"This is the quietest Blüdhaven has been since I got here. Not even a purse snatching." He frowned.
Dick made his way back to his apartment. He stripped himself of his costume and then checked the clock.
6:32 AM
"Good thing I have nowhere to be." He mumbled, then passed out in his bed.
Dick had a strange sleeping pattern.
Sometimes, he was an extremely light sleeper, waking up due to the smallest creak in the floorboards. Other times, he was an extremely heavy sleeper. A bomb could go off, and he could sleep through it.
Sometimes it was mixture of both heavy and light sleep.
So, when someone knocked at the door at 12:21, Dick was in one of his heavy sleep states, rendering him the equivalent of a dead corps.
However, when they knocked again later, Dick woke up startled and glanced at the clock.
3:13 PM.
"I'll be right there!" Dick exclaimed as he stumbled around his room, throwing on some jeans and a t-shirt that were lying around.
Dick flung the door open, and standing right in front of him was a young woman, looking at him like he was crazy. Most likely because he did look crazy. His hair was fluffed up on one side due to sleeping on it, the jeans had some blood stains on them due to him wearing them on an undercover case, and the t-shirt was way too small for him because Tim had left it one time he stayed over to talk.
She looked better put together, but was different from most girls he had seen around Blüdhaven. Her skin was tan with some sun burn on her nose and cheeks. She wore a baggy sweatshirt with the word SHIPBURG written on it and some tight fitting jeans. On her feet were cowgirl boots. Her long brown hair had red stripes died into it and was tied up into a messy bun.
"Um… hello." She stated, giving him a small smile.
"Hi." Dick grinned. "Sorry about the appearance, I just woke up." He shrugged as he played with his hair a bit.
"You just woke up at three in the afternoon?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes." Dick nodded. "So… are you selling cookies or something?" he inquired, and the girl rolled her emerald eyes.
"No, I'm just the new neighbor." She extended her small hand to shake.
"Ruari. Ruari Eve Whelan, but just Ruari is fine." she informed as Dick shook her hand. He noted that her hand felt dry and coarse, unlike most girls whose hands were soft.
"I live in that apartment there." She pointed to the door across from his. "I tried introducing myself earlier, but you didn't answer. I assume you were asleep."
"Yeah." Dick shrugged.
"I made this for you." Ruari said as she handed something wrapped in tin foil over to Dick. "It's Friendship bread. I make some every time I move and give them to the neighbors to show a hand in friendship." She then shook her head. "I gave a loaf to the guy downstairs. He then threw it back at me along with a pot." Dick sighed and said,
"Mr. Smith doesn't like people all that much."
"Yeah, I figured that out." Ruari chuckled.
Dick smiled at her and then looked down at the bread.
"There's nothing in here, right?"
"Yeah, some weed and a smidge of meth. If you crumble the bread up you can snort it." she laughed, and Dick looked at her, confused if she was telling the truth or just kidding. Ruari sensed Dick's confusion and her teasing eyes softened.
"I'm only joking. There's some chocolate chips, vanilla, eggs, stuff like that."
"Thanks. I knew you were kidding about the weed stuff."
"Sure you did." Ruari chuckled. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Dick Grayson." He informed, and Ruari giggled.
"Dick Grayson, huh?" she questioned with a smirk on her face. "Dick Grayson."
"People stopped being immature about my name once middle school ended."
"Sorry, I guess I'm a bit childish." She smirked. "Anyway, it was nice to meet you Mr. Grayson." She said as she made her way back to her apartment.
"Y'know, when I'm on duty it's Officer Grayson." Dick informed.
"Well shit. Good thing I decided to leave the crack out of your friendship bread." She laughed, then disappeared behind her door.
That was the first time Dick met Ruari. And he didn't run into her again until the next week.
