Chapter Four
"Another day" Dick sighs to himself as he picks up the morning gazette thrown in front of his warehouse apartment.
"THREE BANKS RAIDED IN AN OPEN FIRE SHOOTOUT!" The front cover reads, Dick doesn't bother to read on as he throws it in the nearest bin.
"Hey, I'm no superman" He sighs to himself as he walks along the streets from his home.
He soon reaches his destination, a quiet suburb cafe, away from the hustle and bustle of every day life.
"The usual please Trix" He says to the girl behind the counter.
"Well, if it's not the man himself, your ears burning Dickie?" She flirtatiously asks him.
"No… why?" He asks her with a slight smirk upon his face as he glances her up and down, admiring her sleek outline.
"I was just saying to my friend that you come here every morning between ten and half past and order the same thing and sit in the same corner and although we talk, I never seem to get any closer to finding out who the real Dick Grayson is bar knowing your name"
"Well, you know me better than you think Trix" He glances at her briefly before being interrupted by a new voice that he hasn't heard before.
"So you're a mystery man then I see, nothing special, you see them every day in my line of work Trixie"
Dick looks towards the direction from where the voice came from, to see a woman sat at one of the stools by the counter holding a mug of coffee in her long slender hands, he looks closer towards the face to which these beautiful hand are joined to see an identically beautiful woman with fiery sleek red hair glowing from the light through the cafes window, her beautiful green eyes felt although they were piercing through Dick as she looked at him.
"Oh Dick, this is my good friend Barbra, we shared a dorm together at uni, noticeably she's done a little better for herself than me " She says pointing towards Barbra's black suit and briefcase.
"It's nice to meet you Barbra" Dick gets up and walks towards Barbra and holds her small, slender hand in his .
"Yes, I know, your Bruce Wayne's ward "
Dick looks at her in disbelief, already this girl that he has never met before, knows more than he wishes most people to know, as he tries to hide the fact that it was the millionaire Bruce Wayne who raised him.
"You are!?" Trixie asks in astonishment.
"Yes" He briefly answers, leaving no time for another question "How do you know that?" He asks, baffled.
"Let's just say…. Richard Grayson! I can be mysterious too" She says with a smirk across her face as she gets up from her seat.
"I'll see you soon Trixie, thanks for the drink" She goes to leave, but before she does she turns to give Dick a quick wave of her hand before walking out of the door.
"Well, that was interesting" She looks towards Dick who has already left what he owes on the table and halfway out of the door.
"Yes, I little too interesting I think…. Thanks Trix" He shouts as he walks out, leaving his change on the table.