Chalant Floriography

Geraldton Wax

Meaning: riches

“Guess who.” He said after he walked up behind her while she was sitting in her chair and covered her eyes.

She laughed, “Well judging by the black gloves, the tone of voice, the sultry whisper and the fatally silent way you sneaked in here. I’d say Nightwing.” She turned around in her seat to face him. “And I was right.”

“As always, but this time,” he reached back into one of his back pockets of his utility belt and pulled out something, “with a gift.”

It was a black, lacy choker with a ruby red jewel in the front.

“Dick, it’s beautiful, but-”

“I know. I know. But I swear I’m not flaunting my money at you to get you to go out with me. I’m flaunting my riches at you to prove my friendship,” he said. He spun his chair back around and unlatched the hook of the choker, and draped the lacy material around her neck and latched it tight but loose enough for her to comfortably breathe. “And maybe also to annoy you.”

“If you keep buying me jewelry I won’t have anywhere to put them. And you can find ways to annoy me besides buying me jewelry.”

“Yeah, but this way is my favorite.” His arms wrapped around her shoulder in a half-way sort of hug before he started to depart. “I gotta get back to the Team before they blow the mansion up.”

“You make it sound like they’re little gremlins.”

“Oh, they’re much worse.”

“Coming from the old gremlin himself that’s pretty reassuring.”

“Hey! You used to love this old gremilin!” The Zeta-tube announced his departure.

“Yeah,” she scoffed. She started messing with the ruby in the middle of the choker. “Used to.”