This was probably the 12th time, Dick had straightened his edges of his suit jacket. The time for his appearance was drawing near and yet he still couldn't get rid of the knots in his stomach or the slight tremble in his hands. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he practiced various smiles and yet none of them seemed good or natural enough. This was his big day and yet he, Richard Grayson, couldn't bring himself to calm down. He who had fought villains at the side of Batman and eventually on his own as Nightwing, and yet a wedding was enough to make him go weak in the knees.
He had eventually given up with his facial expression, hoping that the sight of his bride coming down the aisle would be inspiration enough for the smile he should wear. Slumped back in an armchair, he allowed his head to move sluggishly from side to side as a way to eat up the remaining time before he would stand by the minister. His eyes soon drifted to the window, staring at the clear blue sky.
It seemed as though God himself was giving Dick his blessings if the weather was any indication. A warm summer day with cool and frequent enough breezes as to not downright cook the wedding guests. And not a single cloud in the sky, creating an almost never ending blue. A blue that reminded him of her eyes, a strong and constant stare that seemed to reflect the world around her.
Shira Disraeli. Or maybe he should refer to her as Lucille Everett. It had gotten rather confusing as to which she preferred to be called. Either way, she was someone very . . . important to him. An existence that proved rather significant, if the events of that very day had anything to say about it.
He still had some time to spare, so he allowed himself to stroll down memory lane. The day the two met was still etched in his skull.
He was 13 at the time and, as Robin, was chasing the culprit of a string of robberies. It was while tailing the man that the young Dick passed in front of a small alleyway, site of a young girl with a cardboard box and a deck of cards.
"Would you like your fortune told?"
And he just ran right past her.
Okay, it wasn't that impressive of a first meeting. He didn't even remember it until she had reminded of it long after they had become friends. Thinking back on it, he chuckled. At the time, he was in full Robin gear and was chasing criminals. In what world did it seem like he would stop to get his palm read or whatever she was planning to do. It was ridiculous.
But who knew he'd come face to face with that same girl not even one month after? Perhaps that's where he should've started . . .