Author's Note: I'm back again with a new story. This was originally intended to be a oneshot but I couldn't contain myself. Anyways, just incase you don't know:
Dick is Robin
Kori is Starfire
Oh, and Bruce and Dick have no father/son relationship in this. Bruce is simply his slave driver...I mean boss. ;) Enjoy
You're Beautiful
"I am the crazy frog! Duh da, duh duh da duh do. Duh da di daduh duh do da duh. Bing! Bing!"
"Bloody hell!" Dick cursed as he opened his eyes and fumbled around for his phone. He hated that damn ring tone. Gar was definitely gonna pay for it this time.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked sleepily, finally answering his cell if only to rid himself of that stupid song.
"Good morning to you too, Richard." A woman replied sarcastically.
"Barbara? What's wrong? Why are you calling at…" He paused to looked at his clock. "…9 in the morning on a Saturday?"
"Have you forgotten what Saturday it is, Richard?"
Dick rubbed his face, feeling a night's worth of stubble on his chin. "It's Saturday the 27th. So?"
He heard his secretary sigh. "Bruce is expecting you here for the-"
"The big meeting!" Dick exclaimed, finally catching on. "Crap! I'll be there as soon as I can."
Hanging up, Dick leapt from the bed, tripping over the sheets as he scrambled to get ready and falling flat on his face with a thump.
"Ow! That's gonna leave a mark."
Pulling himself to his feet he entered the bathroom, yelping as he noticed the blood trickling from his nose. Making a grab for the tissues he leaned forward and pinched the bridge of his nose carefully.
"This is just not my day."
"This is definitely not my day" Dick repeated to himself, tapping his foot impatiently and checking his watch for the fourth time. His train was late and Bruce was going to kill him for sure.
'But what maniac holds business meetings at 9.30am on a Saturday?' He questioned himself.
"The 9.15 train to Gotham Central will be arriving at platform 2 in 5 minutes. We apologise for the delay."
Dick sighed. "Finally!"
The station was busy for a Saturday morning and people were rushing to find the best seats in the carriages, preferably one without gum stuck on it. Someone pushed past, knocking Dick's polystyrene cup of coffee. He swore loudly, gaining a few stares, as the steaming liquid spilt down his shirt, scolding his skin and straining the fabric. No doubt Bruce would make a comment on it later. Much to his embarrassment he then tripped on his shoelaces that he barely had enough time to tie before leaving his apartment. Hopping into a carriage he set down his briefcase, letting himself fall onto a seat in the nearest booth and mumbling a few curse words as he caressed his now sprained ankle. He looked to the sky as if the ask God why he had chosen to pick on him, today of all days.
"Excuse me, could-"
"What!" Dick snapped, turning to the couple standing beside him. He instantly regretted the tone in which he had replied, especially as his eyes settled on the beautiful woman that was with the man who had just spoken.
"I'm sorry," The man apologised. "I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind moving your briefcase so that my fiancée and I could sit down."
Dick was gob smacked. "Fiancée!" He wanted to scream, but managed to settle for "Yes, of course."
They thanked him and took their seats, Dick's eyes never once straying from them.
The train was suddenly in motion and the happy couple began to talk. Dick picked up a newspaper so as not to make his staring quite so obvious. Of course, he was the only one who didn't realise that it was upside down.
'She has to be the most beautiful creature in the world. No, the universe!' He thought to himself as he contemplated every aspect of her from top to toe. Her hair was midway down her back and was of a shade of red that Dick swore he had never seen before. It was sort of…fiery! Then came her eyes. They were, in fact, the first things he had noticed about her, but he didn't dare look at them directly, no matter how awe-inspiring they were, for fear of drowning in them. Instead, he took quick glances, each time having to summon more and more will power to look away again. They were a supernatural green and her lashes were long and full.
Dick wisely decided not to look too intently at her chest but saw enough to know that she was of…ample size. He moved swiftly on down to her legs. She had them crossed, a sign of modesty he had always believed, and was wearing a knee-length skirt, showing off her sun-kissed tan. She wore a pair of delicate sandals with a slight heel. He felt that she was tall enough already.
A muffled laugh interrupted his 'inspection', however, and Dick brought his eyes back up to see the man placing teasing kisses on the woman's nose. He too was then interrupted by the ring of his cell phone. The woman's smile instantly fell and her childlike giggled faded away into a sigh of disappointment. Dick was intrigued by the obvious loss of sparkle in the woman's eyes and was extremely surprised when he noticed that those pools of emeralds were now looking at him! She blinked a number of times before flashing a breathtaking smile. Dick couldn't help but smile back as he found her sudden happiness quite contagious.
The train came to a halt and Dick and the woman remained in eye contact as she, along with her fiancée, exited the carriage. Smiling once more, the woman took her fiancée's arm and led him across the platform. Dick, mesmerized, watched her figure disappear into the crowds. He barely noticed the train set in motion again. Leaning back in his seat he let out a sigh.
"Hey wait a minute." He spoke aloud. "That was my stop!"
Author's Note: What did you think? I tried to picture what the most awful day of Dick's life would be and..this is what i came up with. Pretty funny if you ask me. For those of you that don't know what the ringtone was on Dick's phone, look up the Crazy Frog on the internet.
So...review?
