A/N: Requested by jdcocoagirl

The Green Eyed Monster

Allowing Bette and Dick to nominate me for Student Council President was incredibly foolish of me. Accepting the title of President was even stupider of me. And now that I'm seventeen and at Gotham Academy, I was handed possibly one of the most important tasks for the year: Senior Prom.

I groaned quietly as I sat in one of the meeting rooms with the rest of the Student Council as we were discussing what type of D.J that we wanted along with the music. The secretary was scribbling everything down, while everyone else was chattering away like this Prom would be the event of the year. And for us, it obviously would be. I sat there tapping my pencil on the desk waiting for the members to calm themselves down, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. I snapped.

"Everyone shut the hell up!" The room went quiet. "We're going to have a DJ, and he'll play whatever music he deems fit. He can play requests after the first two or three hours or if he can't think of anything." I started at the secretary. "You got that?" he nodded his head. "Moving on to the decorations and food."

Three hours later, we have had finally come to a decision about the food, decorations, we even had a theme: Arabian Nights. The idea for the theme was actually bought up by the secretary, who looked like he was trying to get the idea off his chest. I agreed with him wholeheartedly.

Now I sat on the hood of Dick's car waiting for him to get out of basketball practice. Unfortunately the Boy Idiot decided that I couldn't be trusted with the keys to his beautiful Corvette. So I sat on the hood, patiently waiting, until some random approached me, and attempted to flirt with me, but realistically I had to admit, he was good looking. Dark brown tousled hair, and eyes to match. His physique wasn't as great as a certain vigilante's but still nice. He struts towards me, and my expression goes from bored to neutral.

"So did it hurt when you feel from Heaven?"

I rolled my eyes at the comment. I ignored him completely. I turned my body away from his and took out my phone and texted Dick to hurry the hell up.

"You from Tennessee, because you're the only ten I see."

Still no response.

I started to tap my foot, and continued to ignore the gut that was attempting to flirt with me. "So, you want to go out sometime?"

I kept on ignoring him. This guy was too persistent to my liking, so when I saw Dick heading over this way, I was thanking the heavens above that I wouldn't have to deal with the cheesy pick-up lines anymore.

"Hey." Dick called. He had a deadly look on his face. His hair was still slightly damp from the showers, and the first few buttons on his shirt were undone, with his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He had his gym bag hanging on his shoulder. "What do you think you're doing?"

The guy that had been flirting with me turned around to see Dick, who looked like he wanted to pummel the guy then and there. The guy smirked, and responded, "What does it look like? I'm asking out a pretty girl."

Dick walked even closer towards us, his cobalt blue eyes that were usually filled with a life spark, now turned into a deadly blue flame. He walked around the guy, and wrapped his arm around my waist pressing me to his side almost possessively. I could've hit Dick where the sun didn't shine, but I wanted to get rid of this pervert as soon as possible.

"Well go ask another girl out, 'cause she's mine."

And to prove the point, Dick pressed his lips against mine. I'd been waiting to do this since the beginning of freshmen year, and now I finally the chance. I kissed him back just as eagerly. He pulled back when he thought that the guy was gone. I was still pressed up against Dick's side, and he still had his arms around my waist. I pulled away slightly.

"So, when was I your girl?"

"You're my girl now and hopefully forever." He kissed my lips lightly. I smiled into the kiss.

"So, I think you have a question to ask me."

"Do you want to go to dinner with me sometime?"

"I'd love to."

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