AN: I'm sorry I took so long to update! And I feel like this is really short but I'll keep writing! Hopefully chapter 5 will come up soon after this...
Me and Roy are really getting along. (I know, me getting along with someone? Crazy.)
He's pretty much as messed up as I am.
We sit together at meals like we usually did, but now we actually talk and joke around.
It's pretty cool.
I was brought out of my thoughts when the door opened suddenly.
Carl ushered somebody in, glaring.
I recognized the person immediately.
"Dad!"
Carl slammed the door.
I got up from my squeaky bed and hugged him.
He returned it.
"What are you doing here!"
"I wanted to see you." He said with a small smile.
I smiled back.
God I missed him.
Even though we're not actually related, I love him like a real father. After all, he's the only one I've ever really known.
I barely remember my real one. I just know he was some dick that was drunk all the time.
I was brought out of my thoughts when something was thrown at me.
"What the hell?"
It was a little sports bag.
"Get dressed." He spoke.
I looked at the bag and then at him.
"Wha?"
He laughed.
I unzipped the bag and pulled out the clothes. There was my favourite pair of jeans and one of my red tee shirts, and a brown leather jacket.
I gladly took off the gross jail looking clothes (who the hell wears that shade of orange) and put on the familiar outfit.
"So why am I getting dressed?" I questioned.
"I thought we should go out for a little bit."
I gaped at him.
"Oh yeah great. Except for the fact I'm not allowed to leave." I said sarcastically.
"You are today."
"Wh- really?" I looked at him smiling but I'm not really surprised.
Bruce Wayne pretty much owns Gotham.
"Yes. I got them to agree to spend the day with me. We can do anything you want."
My smile got wider.
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I decided that we should go out for ice cream (I've missed it after all) and then laser tag.
So I smirked at Carl as I passed, swung the doors of the building open, and took a deep breath.
Ahhh, fresh air. The fresh air of the free.
Feels sooo good.
I felt Bruce put his hand on my shoulder and squeeze it.
I looked back at him.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Do you even have to ask?" I beamed.
He led me to his fancy black mustang.
Well well, looks like he just got it waxed. That's one fine automotive.
I slowly turned to him and gave my sweetest smile.
"Can I drive daddy?" I made my eyes big.
"No."
"Please daddy. Please please!" I jutted out my lip for good measure.
He opened his mouth to speak then closed it.
I inched closer and (don't tell anyone) kissed him on the cheek.
All his defences shattered.
I knew it would work. I learned from Dick after all he gets away with everything.
"Fine." He said handing me the keys. "But be careful with her."
I rolled my eyes still smiling and jumped in the car.
The sound that beautiful mustang made when the engine turned on... Damn.
When I pressed the gas petal in pretty sure Bruce started sweating.
End of Chapter 4