Hello again... as i promised, here is the chapter. :)
sorry, NO JASON,NO TIM,NO CASS,NO STEPH, AND CERTAINLY NO DAMIAN...at least for this story. I PROMISE TO MAKE ANOTHER STORY WITH THE ENTIRE BAT FAMILY IN IT! =))
disclaimer: IF I OWNED BATMAN, that would just be too freaking awesome a phrase to complete =))
LAST TIME:
So as Dick was about to say something sensible about her, Alfred (THE FREAKING SAVIOR) came in:
"Master Bruce, master Richard, miss Gordon, the guest have arrived. They require your company at once." he said, in his usual british accent.
Grumbling; Bruce left the room. Mumbling on how he should teach Dick to flirt with a girl using compliments. But being Dick Grayson, he already knew how to do that.
Dick just laughed and held up his left arm, waiting for Babs to take it. She laughed and took his arm. So thus he guided her to the ballroom...
Dick Grayson was walking to the huge ballroom, with Barbara on his arm. He glanced to her and felt her somewhat shaking. Perhaps she was scared? He wasn't sure. So he decided to ask:
"Hey, what seems to be troubling you Miss?" he asks in a voice that would make any girl drop dead from the sexiness in his voice.
But she wasn't just any girl, so of course; she didn't drop dead.
She looked at him with some insecurity in her eyes and answered:
"What if people don't like ME? How I look? How I act? How I talk?"
Dick just looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.
"NO ONE EVEN LIKES ME! did you know that they incredibly hated me because they claimed i turned BRUCIE into a father instead of some playboy toy they could use?" He was trying to make her happy instead of anxious.
Barbara laughed, a little loudly. taking that as a good sign, he continued.
"I'M PROBABLY SURE THEY'LL LIKE YOU! THAT'S BECAUSE YOU KEEP MY MIND FROM BRUCE! and the ladies are just going to fall on him like blankets or something. of course he'll flirt and the such... but i know that he already has a certain someone on his mind..." and there he finished like a sir, with a smirk i meant.
She laughed again, and looked at him.
Then Dick raised his thumb: asking silently if she was alright. she smiled and nodded.
So into the ballroom they went...
Dick entered the huge ballroom with Barbara on his arm.
Everything was okay. He introduced her to the man who had come home from France. Then introduced her to the executives of Wayne Tech. They seemed to look a lot at her chest area, as well as her behind. Dick knew never to leave Barbara alone with them. When he felt possessive of her, Dick would just discreetly put an arm around her waist. Then he left her to talk to some of the women at the tea table near the entrance door, knowing she'd be safe there, for a while at least. And he went to the bar; didn't take anything, to talk to his friends (who already knew Barbara) from Bruce's company.
After everything: he asked her to dance.
Barbara accepted, how could she not and away they were on their way to the dance floor.
Ballroom dancing was the style, and Dick was a master at it. But he decided to start a conversation with her:
"So, Ms. Gordon, how was your evening so far?" he asked, his cheek brushing against hers.
She laughed and answered: "Well, Mr. Grayson, it has been wonderful so far thanks to you. i made a few lady friends, tasted some delicious food, and..."
Barbara wanted to piss him off.
"... and met some nice men who were willing to take me home tonight." she said with a fake dreaminess in her voice.
Barbara felt him tense up slightly. then the dance was changed to slow dancing.
"Who are they?" he literally growled, thinking some kind of strange plan to look for them as she put her arms around his neck.
Dick cooled down when she just lay her head on his shoulder, feeling her breath on his neck. He put his hands around her waist.
"They were no one, Are you jealous?" she asked in a playful childish tone.
He growled slightly, then just cocked an eyebrow at her.
"No, i am not jealous for your information. I'm just curious because what if they were criminals or something..."
She laughed.
"I was joking, no need to get possessive Mr. Grayson. i'm all yours."
he breathed a sigh of relief, and just continued dancing with her to the music.
and that's how their conversation ended.
then when the song was finished they heard a woman voice calling barbara.
"Barbara! come over here and tell me what juicy gossip you have-" it was Bathilda, a friend of hers that evening.
She looked at Dick and he let her go.
"I'll be upstairs with Alfred for a while, i'll be back later." he said, before he let her go to the tea table. She nodded, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Thank you for the dance, Mr. Grayson. I will look forward to another dance this evening."
with that he went out and up the stairs.
And then all of a sudden, he heard the entrance door open, and the sound of terrible laughter, the awful, cackling laughter of triumph, the laugh in his memory that scorned his mind...
the Joker.
