Hey guys! So, I decided to start something a little different and unique. Let me know what you all think and if I should continue.
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Prologue:
The first time I met her, I studied her, my eyes trained on her every movement. The way her body swayed when she moved, and the way her shredded denim shorts and flowing black tank top clung to her on that hot day. The clothes had seen better days, and were far from designer. Her body was tan and slim with major curves, and her hair was the color of blood, that was in the messy bun on top of her head and held back with a black bandana. Her makeup was pretty plain, small black winged liner, black mascara, and a sheer pink gloss, on her full lips. A large, jagged, light pink scar that went down the complete left side of her face and throat. Her left arm was covered in brightly colored cherry blossom branches, with a huge black raven perched with his held high on one of the branches.
She was hands down the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Everything about her called to me, like a siren's song that lured the stupid shipmen off the boat to their deaths in the freezing crashing waves. Even though the woman before me was beautiful, I could see the tiredness and worry in her almond shaped jade green eyes.
I watched her take orders, and put on a fake smile as she waited on costumers. The only time I would see her true, beautiful smile was when she would look at our table of the small south side diner. However, that smile, and her shining eyes weren't for me, in fact they were for the new rookie on the team, he's the reason we, the team, came to this run-down place. He knows her, well… to well I might add. The moment we walk through the door and she sees Wally sitting in her section, she brightens up kisses his cheek, and tells him in a low raspy voice.
"I always knew you'd fucking make it."
Wally replies with something that pertains to her being his only believer, which earned him a kiss to the cheek and words of wisdom from her. We are all introduced to her, and I swear when she takes my hand to shake an electric current slices through me, and all she does is smile, but quickly pulls her arm away so I know she felt it to.
From that moment on I didn't care that she was with someone else, or that she was a waitress, there was just something about her. I mean I am Richard Grayson after all, I can get any girl I wanted, but she wasn't just any girl, and I never would have guessed her shamless, unorthodox, insane lifestyle was going to change everything that I thought I knew. So, here is the story of me and the dangerous beauty known as Kori.