Chapter Thirteen
The snort was loud from Megan as she gasped for air, laughing so hard. My eyes watered as we howled in laughter together. Holy shit did I need this evening out. The margaritas tasted like water and went down so smooth. The salt on the rim made me dance in my seat. God were they so good! Her brown hair ringed down her shoulders and her glasses pushed up as her fingers slid away tears of laughter.
"So that's why Matt can't go to Target by himself" she shook with laughter still.
"Leave it to him." I laugh. "So how much longer until the wedding?"
"76 days." She smiles.
"Still time to fuck shit up." I smirk, "better watch it."
"Ain't that the truth!" She agrees, "Matt is a saint for dealing with me."
"Amen." I laugh picking up a chip and taking a bite.
"Now if we could get you and lover boy together." She laughs. I roll my eyes at the comment.
"Which one? Mystery man or Grayson?" I smirk
"Either one at this point. I'm afraid of your subscription of batteries for your vibrator." She pokes at me.
"I don't own a vibrator." I scoff.
"You should, you might be more enjoyable to be around if you had an orgasm more often."
"What are those?" I laugh drinking the margarita.
"How long has it been?" She asks more serious.
"Uh." I have to think. "Like 5 years."
"5 years?" She yells loudly. "How are you even breathing?"
"Megan." I hiss. "Shut the fuck up." I look around to the people staring.
"Is the last one you had with-?" She hesitates. I blush turning red and nodding yes. "You know that shit can grow back right?" She looks shocked.
"I know." I roll my eyes, "I wish I had the desire to do something but I don't."
"Trauma does it to you." She sighs. "But we're going to the sex store next, we're about to find you motivation."
"Megan." I groan.
"Hey you need to start acting a little wild and promiscuous so I can live vicariously through you." She points at me, "Dick Grayson would worship you at your feet if you'd let him."
"Maybe I want to do the worshiping?" I snort.
"Yeah I don't think Good Boy Dick is going to tie you up and dominate you." She rolls her eyes, "but I bet he's going to give you a good freaking dick down. He's gotta be hung." Immediately blushing a deep red she gasps. "You know!" She yells.
"I've walked on him naked before." I blush.
"Okay." She smirks, "hard or soft though?"
Oh the burn on my cheeks could light a candle right now, and the gasp she let out drew attention fast. She covered her mouth in shock. It was true. I walked in on Dick fully naked and stood just a few days ago. Staying at my place I knew there would be some moments of privacy invasion but I did not expect that, nor on the 2nd day of his stay. Dick stood in the guest bedroom undressing from his uniform. I had fallen asleep on the couch in my usual lounge clothes. A tee and a pair of panties. Dick came home and thought I didn't notice him so slipped to his bedroom. I laid with my ass out, and a book on the edge of the couch on my stomach.
Creeping up I went to find him to tell him good night. Pushing his door open he turned lightly to the sound and completely forgot he stood naked in front of me. I smirked leaning against the door as he asked me what I was doing.
"Just heard you come in." I smirked still staring at his naked body. The muscles in his abs made my mouth water as they were Defined and lead a trail down his hips.
"Okay." He goes to grab his shirt and suddenly realizes his sleep pants weren't on yet. Frozen he looks at me in horror.
"Nice to know I still got it, even if I'm just laying with my ass out." I gleam as I turn out of the room. God how I wished he would have chased me down the hallway and pinned me down for being a brat. Unfortunately Dick didn't and instead came out with a burning red face apologizing profusely.
Regaining her composure Megan takes the last swig of her margarita. "You're going to have to tell the man what you want if you want it, Rachel." She huffs, "let's go, we will walk to Romans."
She smiles standing with a bit of a shuffle back. Margarita nights meant Ubers home. I smile standing to join her with unsteady feet. Making our way out of the restaurant we manage the 3 blocks with giggles to the store I've been dragged to once before with her.
The awkwardness hits as we walk in with a group of college boys walking out, eyeing the drunk girl intently. Strolling throughout the store we find Megan a few things, and she pushes for me to find something. Rolling her eyes with a pout every time I laughed saying no. Finally caving I end up grabbing a small silver bullet that will nonetheless sit untouched forever. Getting Megan in the Uber to her side of town was easy as the woman in the front seat giggled at Megan's show and tell. I waved her goodbye as I shut the door, watching her pull off. I only lived a few blocks and the September air felt nice. Slipping through the nearest ally to make a short cut home I stop dead in my tracks. This ally is haunted with memories. Flashes dance on my eyes as I see Jason leaned against the wall. His bike on the other side. His uniform undone as I kneel on the ground. His hands slipping through my hair as my mouth holds his member.
Out of all of the ally's why did I choose to walk down this one. Letting out a shaken breath I walk on. Being caught in the thought of him, I failed to notice the college boys behind me. One grabs my shoulder swinging me to face them. I gasp in shock. What the fuck Rachel, how are you so stupid? I yell at myself.
"Hey princess." He smiles as he reaches up with his fingers, grazing my face. The other 3 guys encircle us. "Dark ally's aren't safe." He smiles, "let's get you home."
"No thanks." I shove him off. Turning to continue walking home my way is blocked by another broad shoulder guy. "Nah, we insist." His sinister smile makes my skin crawl. Before I can think the first guy goes to grab my hips. Drunk or not, this isn't happening to me. Not since Slade.
Swinging my right food back, I slam into his crotch. With a howl he is down. The other men descend and I'm faced to take them on. Punching the guy blocking the alley I thrust upwards cracking his nose. Blood spews as another guy tackles me into the brick wall. Right where Jason had been all those years ago. Damnit Rachel! I scream at myself, they want to rape you. Focus on that, not Jason!
Trying to shove myself off the wall the brood has overpowered me. Unable to move and the feel of his hands sliding over me, I have to ;9 it. With a sigh I conjure my powers. Melting into the wall, I bounce back into the ally as the gasps from the men start. "Has your mothers never taught you manners?" I smirk as I stand behind them. Quickly eliminating the bunch and sending them up in the air, all encased in the black whims of my power.
"Let us down!" My broken nose attacker scratches.
"I don't know" I roll my eyes, "are you going to be good little boys?"
"Just let us down and we'll go." Another one seethes through his teeth.
"Fine." I smirk, "don't ever do this again or I'll make your dicks fall off." I drop them the 10 feet to the concrete. Scrambling the men get to their feet. Smirking I watch them push and race each other out of the ally.
"Impressive." A voice comes from behind me. Turning fast I see him jump from the emergency fire escape. Landing on the concrete I step back at his large stature.
The red helmet shines against the moonlight. His eye holes clouded with white. No definition of his face or features with the thick red helmet. My thoughts wonder what it's made of. It can't be plastic, too easy to break and wouldn't protect him. He stands tall, every bit of 6 feet. His black tactile pants, have bands around his thighs, holding the guns. Tight to his body. The gray turtle neck, shows all of his muscles, but covered partially by the brown leather jacket.
"You wanna go?" I huff out with my black orbs ready to go.
"Nah. I was about to step in until you played your power move." I can tell the helmet holds a voice modular to change his real voice. "You know drinking and walking down dark alleys is stupid right." I can feel a smirk on his face. He leans against the wall with his shoulder, watching me.
"You know I can handle myself." I huff out. Feeling unsure of myself I release my powers, putting them away. The man doesn't seem to want to hurt me.
"Not scared of me?" He noticed.
"Why should I be?" I cross my arms. Suddenly feeling the breeze I look down to my chest. Shit. My shirt is ripped and exposing my entire chest. The black lace of the bra barely holds me in, and now the moonlight exposes it.
"Here." He laughs. Slipping off his jacket he puts items from the pockets into his pants. The reveal of his muscles stirs something inside of me. What the fuck Rachel? I scold myself. A tingle lights inside of my jeans and I bite my lip. Am I getting turned on? Is this mask kink real? He walks showy, with his combat boots barely making a noise. His stealth is impressive. He hands me the jacket.
"Ah, yes." I smirk taking the brown leather looking at it. "I'll just wear this home so the tracker can show where I live." I roll my eyes. Trying to fight off the dampness in my underwear. The leather is worn, but shines like new. A loved possession of this criminal, I lose my trance on the stitching on the arms as I slide it on.
"Like I don't already know where you live Rachel." He laughs. I jerk my head up fast being met by an empty ally.
What THE fuck!! My head screams. How the hell did he know my name? How does he know where I live? Who the hell does this guy think he is? A cold chill runs up my spine and I feel violated. And what the hell did he want with me? I haven't been a titan in years. My life is as boring as I can get out. The jacket is warm against my skin as I zip it up. Well I guess I can turn it over to Bruce to try and get some info on it.I put my hands in the pocket finding empty besides a small box. Curiosity controls me and I open it.
Inside a pair of diamond earrings sit on the black satan. The top of the box has a note.
To The Morticians Daughter
It's about time we met.