She didn't know where she was going or what she was doing. All she knew is that she was angry, and alone. How could Travis…no, "Sweet Tooth", do this to her? If it weren't for her he could be dead right now. Not that she cared anymore. She looked at her feet as she walked and thought about the look on his face when she shot his foot. She turned a corner and ran into a young man. She fell and landed in a puddle.
"Oh Miss! Miss, are you okay?" The boy questioned with a worried expression. He extended his hand to help her up. This boy was about her age. She accepted his gesture and stood back up. How long had she been shaking? It had to be below freezing out and she had left her coat in the apartment. The gentleman quickly picked up on this and draped his jacket over her shoulders. She clutched the edges of it closed and she buried her face in it, taking in the warm scent. The lad cleared his throat.
"I'm Dick, by the way, Dick Grayson, and uhm, don't take this the wrong way but you look like you could use a warm beverage." She began to cry in hysterics making the boy worried.
"Oh, no, Miss, I wasn't implying… is there anything… Oh Miss I'm sorry." He took her hands in his own. She sobbed.
"Dick, it's just no one has been this nice to me in a," she sniffled, "In a long time. You're just too kind and I don't deserve this. I should be alone." Dick got a determined look on his face.
"I'm alone at the moment now too," he sighed, "Maybe we could be alone…together? C'mon, I know a diner not too far from here. I'll buy you a hot meal and then if you'd like you can take a shower back at my place." He wrapped his arm around her and walked her over to the small diner where they ate alone together in silence.