Lolita 𐐪𐑂 Dick Grayson

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I stood in front my body length mirror picking at the brown laced long-sleeved I had just managed to find deep in my closet. I murmured looking at my thighs through the ripped parts of my jeans.

My fingers wrapped around ny natural wavy hair, my dad hate it when I hide my mom's genes.

"Rory! You're going to be late" My uncle shouted from the living room. I looked at my door startled, the clock at my bedside said 6:53.

I grabbed my phone and wallet and ran out my room to where Matt stood twirling car keys around his fingers.

"Sophie's probably already there waiting for you" He argued trying to head for the door. Today was the day I'd see my dad for dinner, where I'd be bringing Dick along. I stopped my uncle and told him,

"I'm walking, the restaurant isn't far from here" I rolled my eyes and slipped on my shoes being weary of my actions to not make him suspicious. It didn't entirely work as his eyes narrowed in doubt.

"Your father's in town. I just want to be sure" He muttered now placing his keys down and heading behind the kitchen island. I turned to look at him, half shocked. Oh, was all I said to him before opening the apartment door and saying my goodbye.

I was back uptown, thus why I heard my door say goodbye to me, startling me for a bit. Gosh, I hate these modern apartments. As the elevator finally came to a stop, I could see the crowded lobby. I maneuvered myself around them and finally pushed my self outside where the cold fall breeze blew. I trudged along the sidewalk and looked around for a certain car.

But then a certain flash in lights caught my attention. As the dodge challenger rolled up beside me, my mouth fell open.

"Bastard, you did not just buy yourself a new car" I shrieked walking up the window that was being rolled down. Dicks heavy smile lit up his car, his sweet cologne hitting my face. I opened the door and made my way in inspecting my dream car. I couldn't handle but touch all about the red leather seat.

"Just trying to impress your dad, that's all" He chuckled. I moved to face him and leaned in for a kiss. Like always, his hand found its way on my face, caressing my jawline. I smiled feeling him become eager, pushing his lips further upon mine.

"Come on, we're going to be late" I giggled prying his shoulders away from me. He gave me one last kiss, missing my cheek and being sloppily placed on my neck. I buckled myself in and began talking to him about the new car.

Slowly, I felt his palm creep onto my thigh. My heart jumped a couple of beats and I felt my eyes fall upon them. He never fails to make me nervous, no matter how many times we see each other or touch each other, the same feeling remains.

My thigh went cold as we parked ourselves just out the large windows of the restaurant. I peered out and caught a glimpse of my dads ridiculously bright orange car.

I stepped out the car and walked over to Dicks side. Surprisingly, his hand found its way around mine. I grinned like an idiot seeing that instead of hiding our conjoined hands, he lightly swang them front and back.

He opened the door for us and we were welcomed by a server who guided us towards my father after I said 'Reservation for Saint'.

There, my father sat. His large grubby hands fumbled with a tiny slice of lemon that he squeezed inside his cup of water. I grew more nervous the closer we got. And soon his attention was caught onto us. His saddened brown eyes slowly grew.

"Hey dad" I said entering the booth, my hand still intertwined with Dicks. But then he let go and his hand held itself out for my fathers. With a low grunt, my father slapped his hand and shook it more vigorously than I had hoped.