Ok, sorry you guys had to wait so long but I can guarantee the next one won't take so long. Hope you all still want to hear because I am seriously going to bring some drama here, action too. It'll be dramaction! Hurrah for dramaction.
The rest of the week was a bit rocky for both Batman and Drifter. He had to kind of learn the ropes of the whole relationship business. Arrow found it pretty hilarious, as did everyone else.
Batman ignored them all though. He loved Drifter so much it hurt. She was gentle and patient with him, allowing him to move foreword at his own pace. There was just one problem, Robin.
Batman, who had gone fairly rabid by this time, had forgotten about his little bird, who was suffering for the fact that Batman was pretty much ignoring the fact that he existed.
It wasn't really Batman's fault though. He was crazy about Drifter and he had never been very good with anyone's feelings, including his own. Therefore, Robin suffered in the dark because no one ever told him anything. Such is the lot in life for most of us teenagers.
Well one day, Batman was napping on a bench in the sunlight. He was exhausted after one of his longer nights with the penguin. That was all his nights seemed to consist of these days, chasing after criminals. At least his days were for Drifter.
Drifter, herself, was lying on her belly next to Batman, gazing off serenely into space. She had her hands on her chin, holding herself up. She looked down at Batman and smiled at him, stroking his cheek with her knuckles.
Batman propped himself up by his elbows and said, "I want you to meet my family."
"Ohh", said Drifter, "I'd love to meet them."
"How about tonight?" She raised her eyebrows at him.
"But what can I wear?"
"Ohh, anything, you'll look beautiful in anything." She smiled at him and kissed his nose.
"Alright", she said, "I guess I have a date tonight. You had better give me your address."
"Here", he said, "I'll give you the gate password too so you can get in."
"Ok", said Drifter, "I'll see you there." Batman nodded and lay back down, perfectly relaxed with her soft fingers dancing over his cheeks like raindrops.
When Bruce Wayne got home to Wayne manor, he was rushing around like crazy trying to find something to wear and figure out what he wanted to feed his guest. Alfred eventually had to stop him and ask what was up.
"She's coming over Alfred", Bruce said excitedly, "Saffron's coming over for dinner, I'm so excited. I can't wait until you meet her, she's the best girlfriend there ever was."
"Wait", said Dick, who had been sulking moodily in a corner, "you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes", Bruce said, giving him a blank look like he didn't quite recognize the boy. Dick held up his hands in surrender.
"Fine", he said, "go ahead, don't ever tell me anything, see if I give a shit about you're personal life." Dick was hoping by cussing he might get his mentor to perhaps reprimand him. At least if he got negative attention, it was still attention, affirmation that Richard Grayson did indeed live in Wayne manor. He got nothing. Bruce completely ignored him.
Feeling once more overpoweringly alone, Dick stomped up to his room and continued throwing darts at the picture of Bruce's head on his dartboard. Hopefully by the end of the night, that stupid girl that seemed to command all the billionaire's attention would join his face on Dick's dart board of hate.
By six o 'clock, Dick found that he would be having dinner with Bruce and Alfred and that girl. Bruce was adamant about Dick joining them, even though he said no several times, trying to be as rude and disrespectful as possible before finally stomping off to his room, screaming that he was going to wear rags to dinner to show how Bruce treated him. He took about three steps down the stairs before Alfred made him change.
After that, Dick decided he would just remain silent throughout the whole dinner and look moody and angry, a look that wasn't very hard for him to pull off. Bruce remained blissfully ignorant of everything that was going on with his wayward young protégé.
Finally, the doorbell rang. Dick, despite how moody he was feeling, was actually rather curious about what this girl was going to look like. "She'll probably be hideous", Dick muttered to himself. Bruce eagerly opened the door. Standing there was the most beautiful girl Dick had ever seen. Ohh why was it always like this?
Dick had seen lots of women, most of them beautiful. Bruce Wayne basically had his pick of girls, but this one was unlike any he had ever seen. While most of them went overboard with the makeup like they were trying so hard to be beautiful, but this one wasn't.
She was barely wearing any makeup and what she was wearing simply heightened her natural features. It was as if she wasn't really trying to be beautiful, she just was.
Dick was feeling annoyed now, because he had been really trying to hate her and now he could see that going to be harder then he had first anticipated.
She had on a long sky blue dress and sky blue high heels. The oddest thing of all though, was the horse she had with her, rains gripped in sky blue painted fingers. "Hey Bruce", she said, hugging him tightly.
"Saffron", he said happily, "I'm so glad you came, but why did you bring a horse?"
"I don't own a car", Saffron said as if it explained everything. "I didn't want to go hawk and fly or go horse and run here because I was sure to get dirty, so I had to improvise a bit."
Dick was even more annoyed now, a super hero too. What could possibly compare to this girl, certainly not him. "Here, I'll have Alfred take him to the back yard", Bruce said, "it's fenced in and he should be fine there."
"Thank you", Saffron said.
Alfred took the reins of the horse and said, "hello Madam."
'Ohh, hello", Saffron said, "you must be Alfred, Bruce has told me a little about you, all good, of course."
Alfred smiled warmly at her and said, "well, it is rather refreshing to see him with a girl that he obviously want's to spend his time with since he seems to detest so many of the others." Saffron patted Bruce's arm and kissed his cheek. Bruce led her away from the door, winding his arm around hers.
"And this is Dick", Bruce said, indicating Dick.
"Hey", Dick said, looking coldly at her.
"Hello Dick", Saffron said kindly. Dick turned away. Plenty of girls had acted that way to him before, trying to get to Bruce through him. Well, it wasn't going to work. Saffron looked quizzically at him, but Bruce led her quickly away.
Dinner progressed in much a similar fashion. Dick didn't even know why he had been invited to dinner because Bruce completely ignored him. Bruce, Alfred and Saffron were getting along swimmingly with each other, talking about Batman, assorted super heroes and other not Dick related subjects.
Then, Saffron strayed over to Dick. She seemed to sense his rejection. "So Dick, how are you doing in school", she asked, "I hear you go to a really nice private school." It was a classic adult question, as if the only thing that mattered for a kid was school.
"Fine", Dick said moodily. Bruce gave him a look, as if he had just noticed him. It was a look that said plainly he had better shape up and be nice. Saffron persisted.
"So, what's you're favorite subject?"
"Chemistry", Dick said, "I like to blow stuff up. It's even more fun when somebody's hand gets caught in the blast." Bruce's eyes were now boring into him, but Dick was undeterred. Saffron seemed to be caught a little off guard, but she wasn't ready to pull out just yet.
"So, what do you like to do in your free time, do you play any sports?"
"No, I feel like team sports are a waste of time. I like to be alone. I like dark alleys. I do have a hobby though; I like to cut people, especially girls. I hate girls, especially ones with brown hair and brown eyes. They're the most fun. I like to hear them scream.
But, when there's no one around, I just cut myself. I still have some scars from it, you wanna see?"
"No thank you", said Saffron awkwardly. Dick was inwardly smiling, pleased with his handiwork, but he had forgotten about Bruce.
"Will you excuse me for a moment", Bruce said, tightlipped, "me and Dick just need to talk for a minute." Saffron nodded and Bruce took Dick's arm tightly in his hand and escorted him out. He knelt in front of him and said angrily, "I don't know what's wrong with you tonight, but you had better shape up, I mean like in the next three seconds or I swear you will regret it."
"Whatever", Dick said moodily and stalked back in the dining room, sitting down. Bruce came back in with a false smile on his face and sat back down. Again, Dick was ignored.
After dinner, Bruce took Saffron onto the terrace to look at the stars. They sparkled especially brightly that night. Following about ten minutes of silence, Dick toppled down the stairs, a knife clasped tightly in his hands sticking out of his coat and red all over his chest.
The boy was gasping for breath, eyes popping. Alfred walked by. "Master Greyson, I would appreciate it if you didn't stain your good clothes with spaghetti sauce in the future, and I do need my butter knife back."
"Ohh Alfred", Dick said angrily "I was trying to commit suicide. You ruin everything." He gave him the knife back and stalked back upstairs. The night looked as if it might pass in relative peace, until Alfred came up gasping for breath from the bat cave.
"I wouldn't disturb you Master Bruce", he said, "but it is rather important. The Joker is robbing a bank down in the east side of town and they think he has hostages." Bruce slammed his fist on the railing angrily.
"I wanted this to be a perfect night for us", he said.
"Let's go stop the crime together", Saffron said, "it'll be fun. I have my costume in my purse; I take it everywhere these days."
"Ok", said Bruce, "let's go." They raced down to the batcave to stop the crime and things might have all turned out very differently had it not been for the pair of ears listening intently in the corner, unnoticed by all but determined not to be left behind.