After being back on the road for most of the day, it's now dark, so Dick wants to stop at a motel. A freakin motel! I could be living it up in my mansion right now, but nooooo. We get Rachel settled inside first before coming back out to get our stuff.
"Okay, what's wrong with you?" I break the silence. He's been fidgety all evening and it's putting me even more on edge.
"Do you- can you-" He stutters.
"Spit it out or I'll make you spit it out," I hurry this along.
"I need to call Alfred... but-" His words come out much smoother this time.
Once again I take over, "You want me to call him for you because you're a pussy. As fun as that would be, I broke my phone back in Detroit, remember?" He gives me a deflated look whereas I smile in victory.
"Right," He sighs.
He takes his case out of the trunk and gets in his car. I guess I'll follow, this should be interesting after all. I slide into the passenger seat while he pulls out a phone. I glance over to see him hover over Bruce's name for a moment before clicking on 'Alfred Pennyworth'.
"Hello?" Alfred picks up right away.
"Hey, it's me," Dick starts off. I clear my throat wanting to be acknowledged. "And Alison," He puts it on speaker and holds it in the middle of us so I can hear as well.
"Master Grayson, Master Kyle," Alfred sounds surprised.
"Look, we," Dick starts off, 'You' I mouth. Don't drag me into this. "I, need some help. It's a one time thing."
"What is it?" Alfred's ready to help, no hesitation. I would actually like to know what it is too.
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After the phone call we come back inside to find Rachel on the bed watching Game of Thrones while eating candy. Good taste.
"Hey, you want pizza?" Dick offers to her since we have to go out anyways and I've told him I'm starving like five times.
"Okay," Is all she replies with, not really paying attention.
"Anything on it?" Dick checks.
"Don't say anchovies or peppers," I point my index finger at her. "Or sausage. Or any veggie really, those belong in salads, not pizza." I'm particular when it comes to my food.
Silence. "Don't let anyone in," Dick cautions and goes to leave, but stops when he sees what she's watching. "Is that Game of Thrones?"
"Obviously," I huff under my breath. Jason and I binged watched the whole show in two months. We got to drool over the dragons and girls together, but I had to drool over Jon Snow myself.
"Should you be watching that?" He asks her, then turns to me, "Should she be watching that?" Someone's head gets sliced off as she looks over her shoulder to us.
"Don't worry, we're leaving now," I hold up a 'I got this' hand and push Dick towards the door.
"Just don't get pineapple on it," She finally speaks. I put a hand on my chest. I'm wounded. Pineapple on pizza is the only way I'll eat it.
Dick notices my reaction and knows I love pineapple on pizza, "Obviously," He smiles to himself.
I scoff as we walk out the door, "Fine, I'll get my own damn pizza and have it all to myself."
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With two pizzas in my lap, we drive back to the motel. I fiddle with the radio as Dick's phone rings.
It's on top of the pizza's so I hand it to him, "Aren't you Mr. Popular on the phone tonight."
He rolls his eyes at me, taking the phone, "Grayson."
"Try answering your phone once in a decade. Where the hell are you," I hear the voice of the nosey chick from his department, Amy.
"Working a case," Is all Dick gives away.
"Remember that girl that threw the brick at the cop car? She's in the wind," Amy informs about Rachel, "Yeah, a uniform checked her out last night. Then we find him dead in some abandoned building."
"The uniform, who was he?" Dick questions. I lean in closer to hear better, he doesn't stop me.
"Not ours. ID, badge, all fake," Amy lists off. No shit. She's useless.
"Could you forward me everything you got so far?" Dick requests.
"Yeah, doing it now," She replies.
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3rd Person POV
After Dick and Alison leave, Rachel takes a break from her show and snoops around a little. She notices Dick's big black case and tries to open it. It doesn't budge so she moves over to his small silver case which opens to reveal a laptop with Google pulled up. Rachel grins successfully and sits down, sliding it closer to her.
She types her name in the search bar. The first tab option is "Details Emerge in the Roth Murder Investigation" and the second tab reads "Cops Seek Public's Help in Search for Missing Girl", that's the one Rachel chooses.
The article shows a picture of Rachel, her mom, and their house, but once she scrolls and finds a picture of her mother on a gurney being taken out of their house she gets overwhelmed and quickly Googles something else.
"Alison Kyle" pops into her mind to search next. She clicks on one of the links that takes her to an article titled: "Billionaire Philanthropist: Bruce Wayne bails teen thief out of GCPD. Is this part of his charity work?"
Rachel's brows furrow together as she frowns, finding it twisted that they called Alison 'charity work' and exposed her like this when she was only a kid. Even though it kills Rachel to not find out how Alison got arrested she moves along and looks up Dick. Just like with Alison, she chooses a link that takes her to an article, this one titled: "Circus Family Slain, Sole Survivor Sheltered by Billionaire Philanthropist: Bruce Wayne"
Same name that appeared on Alison's. That must be how they met, Rachel assumes. This article seems better than the one on Alison, having a circus video available to watch, so Rachel decides to watch it to take her mind off things.
The first bit was cool and made her smile, but as it continues it stupidly dawns on her it's of the night Dick's parents died. The clip flashes from the lit up "The Flying Grayson's" sign to a crowd of people swarming around young Dick and police officers scurrying all around.
She pauses it on young Dick's face, gasping sadly, then reaching her hand up to the screen. Before she touches it the computer beeps, startling her. A piece of paper prints out from the keyboard. Rachel picks it up to see it's the police report she didn't know Amy told Dick she'd send to him. As Rachel starts to read it another beep alerts and a picture starts printing of the man she killed that kidnaped her the previous night. The head of the picture comes out of the page 3-D like and hisses at her.
"No! No!" She jumps up yelling, her powers starting to bother her once again.
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FanfictionAlison Kyle, also known as Tamer, is the daughter of one of Gotham's most famous villains. She was raised by Bruce Wayne after a tragic event that happened, causing her to grow up in the vigilante world, fighting alongside Batman and Robin. Fast-for...
