*Tina's pov (three weeks later)*
"Na, I don't like that guy. He's too...blah," I say to Dick or Nightwing, right now as I pace my room. For the past few weeks he's been coming into my room at night, and honestly I enjoy his company...a lot. We would just sit on the bed, and do nothing but talk. I've become his therapist, and he's become mine. At this point I know more about Dick than I do Jamal.
"Fine, but I don't like her. She's the type to sabotage some shit, if it doesn't go her way," he whispers as he points to student's profile.
"Touché, ugh this is stressful! I have one week. One!" I say as I flop on the bed. He rubs my back before I flip over to my side.
"Thanks, by the way, for helping me out with the money. Who knew people at the precinct would buy my clothes. Oh, don't get me started on Wayne Enterprises. It was an even bigger surprise when Bruce bought my suits," I giggle as I play with some of the papers laying on my bed.
"Hey, I put in a good word that your suits are very comfortable and affordable. Hell, I was looking fresh modeling in front of my co-workers. Kat was so jealous," he brags. I roll my eyes and throw a pillow at him.
"That's far from what I heard. Kat said you kept showing off in front of everyone's face in the office. Literally," I tease as his face pulls into a grimace.
"I had too. I didn't feel like I was dying in that suit. Hell, Jason bought one, and you know how he is," I nod in agreement as I laugh at the thought of my friends helping me raise money.
"It really meant a lot to me," I smile at him. I really do enjoy having him around me, more so than Jamal. It's like Jamal has changed over the past few weeks. I told him about the fashion show, and I asked him if he could help me raise some money. He told me in these exact words 'Sorry Tina I have more important things to worry about'. It wasn't what he said, it was how he said it.
He said it like he didn't want to be bothered with me. I've seen him work on his art projects, and he hasn't said anything like that to me before. On top of that, when he wasn't busy, I was busy and vice versa. When we did pick a day to hang out he would cancel at the last minute, but he would catch an attitude when I have to do the same. I'm only giving him the same energy he's giving me.
The bottomline, is we don't have time for each other, and really I'm fine with that.
I'm the happiest I've been in a long time. I spend almost everyday with Dick. If I don't see him during the day, I'll catch him at night. On top of that, I spend the weekends close to my best friends, at the Manor, and visit my parents every Sunday. I feel more whole, complete, than being with Jamal.
Don't get me wrong I love him, and he was fun to hang around, but...the spark is fizzling out. I don't think we'll be able to last, and its not fair to him if I'm feeling this way, especially if I'm starting to catch feelings for someone else. That someone not only listens to me, he's helped me with whatever I'm dealing with. I don't feel like I'm burdening him.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Dick asks as he copies my position. I look at him for split second before a jolt of ideas hits me.Why hire models when I can ask my friends and family? Bruh, I'm so stupid! It was right there the whole time.
"What's wrong?" He asks worriedly as he sits up.
I turn to him and grasp him by the shoulders. "What?" He looks at me with concern in his eyes.
"How much Project Runway and America's Next Top Model have you and your family seen?"
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About THAT Night (Dick Grayson x OC)
Fanfiction"Somehow in my lucid state I found my way to you. I don't know why I felt the need to come here when I did, but I did it anyway," Dick lifted his hand and gently brushed his knuckles across my cheek. I leaned into his touch and glanced at his muscle...
