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Sn1 Ep1: Titans- Part 6

"'Cause there's a side to you
That I never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say
They were never true, never true
And the games you'd play
You would always win, always win"

Set Fire To The Rain-Adele

I take a seat on the steps in front of the police station and pull my flask, that I forgot was in there, out of my leather jacket. I admire the beautiful black diamonds on it before letting the vodka dance on my tastebuds. It slowly coats my throat as footsteps approach.

I don't need to turn around to know it's him. "What do you want? I came out here for a break," I remind him.

He steps into view, "It's gonna be a little longer before we go," His face is hesitant. I groan "Seriously?" He gestures my flask.

"Never leave home without it," I smile proudly, giving it a shake, "Well, if that's the case." I gulp down the rest in one sip. Ah, much better. "So what are you gonna do about the kid?"

"Me? She wanted both of our help," Dick interjects.

I stand, slowly, eyeing him up and down. "Well, we can't all be like the savior, Dick Grayson," I sarcastically taunt, causing him to frown, before I head back inside.

As I reach the door, the chick from earlier comes out, crashing into me. "I'm so sorry!" She rushes out catching her balance. I only blink, not being fazed. She then looks up realizing it's me. "You were just with Detective Grayson, right?"

I hold up my hand, "Lemme stop you right there...?" What's her name?

"Amy," She answers.

Right. "Amy. I-"

She cuts me off, "Did you two use to work together?" She pries. Damn, this bitch is nosey.

Keep your cool Alison. "I guess you could say that."

It's like a light goes off in her head, "Ah, so you're the old partner he had in Gotham?"

Fine, I'll play along, "Why? He talk about me?" I smirk, this could be interesting.

"He's not much of a talker," She chuckles, "But it's obvious he had trouble with his last one before he came here and you two seem to know each other," She points out.

"Well look at you doing detective work," I fake enthuse. She smiles proudly, taking it as a compliment. "He's over there if you need him." I point to where he's standing and hurry off before she gives me a headache.

3rd Person POV

With the information that Amy just gathered she approaches Dick who is standing a ways away from the police station taking deep breathes. He's stressed about Alison and the teen they just met.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Amy approaches him.

"I'm kinda in the middle of something," Dick starts to head back inside not wanting to talk to her.

Amy continues anyways, "So, what? You and your sidekick go bad?"

Dick halts, "I'm sorry?"

"That girl that's been with you all day. She was your partner at Gotham P.D.? I mean, I'm no mind reader, it just seems kinda obvious. I just tried to talk to her about it, she didn't give much," Amy gives away.

Dick hides his amusement, knowing Alison probably messed with Amy. "Guess we ended up wanting different things out of it. I had different idea's of how to do the job than her and our boss."

"How's that? They on the take? I heard most of Gotham is," Amy is now confident since she's been right so far.

Dick shakes his head, "No, not them. He was a hero to a lot of people. Including Alison and I. A stop-at-nothing guy who solved everything with his fists. I admired him at first, what he did... or was trying to do, Alison surprisingly doing so later. But eventually, I had to walk away.

"Why?" Amy wonders.

"Because I was becoming too much like him," Dick tells her honestly.

"What about her?"

"She stayed," His tone straining.

"Why?" Amy is now wrapped up in story.

That's the million dollar question, the same one that's been torturing him for two years. Why? Why did she stay?

"Wish I knew," Dick finally forces out quietly. He's never had to talk about it.

"So you're not really, huh?" Amy changes the subject noticing his reaction.

"What?" Dick is relieved for it.

"An asshole," Amy sums up. Hearing him talk about Alison and his past let Amy see a different side of him.

Dick subtlety smiles, "Don't tell. It'll kill my rep."

Amy laughs, "Yeah. Well, your secret's safe with me," She jokes and they part ways.

Back to Alison's POV

I decide to wait in the lobby for Dick to come back in since I have no idea where I'm going. I see him talk to Amy, probably about me, for a few minutes before finally coming back.

"Good, there you are," He sounds relieved. His phone rings before anything else is said. He picks up, "Grayson." He starts walking, so I follow, listening in.

"This is Officer Jones. Traverse City P.D.," The other line introduces. Dick only hums back in acknowledgement. "That girl you called in about, Rachel Roth? We found her mother. Gunshot to the head. Looks like a homicide. I'll have our C.S.I. send you the details as we get them." So they think Rachel killed her own mom. Hmm, maybe she did. She seemed a little crazy to me, but then again, who am I to judge?

"Okay, thanks," Dick hangs up as we start up the stairs. Ugh, don't they have an elevator around here? He turns to me, "We're going back to Rachel." I groan.

When we get to her interrogation room, the door is open and she's gone. We look everywhere before heading outside, she couldn't have gone far. Once we get to the parking lot a cop car drives past us and what do you know? Rachel is unconscious in the back seat. Well that can't be good.

Dick hurries after it immediately pulling out his phone, "Detective Grayson. Can I get a 10-20 on the car number 310?" Then takes off running.

"I assume we're going after them?" I call out and start jogging to catch up. A vacation actually sounds pretty nice right about now.