Lolita 𐐪𐑂 Dick Grayson

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I sighed looking down behind me seeing the wet footsteps I was leaving on the beautiful carpet beneath me. I'd never been on this side of the manor before, but the decor seemed to be relatively similar to the rest of the house.

Dusted chandeliers, picture frames and wooden tables that held vases of all kinds of colors. Wooden doors lined up near each other, it seemed like the house was more of a labyrinth than a home.

I continued walking straight, sometimes tripping over air as I stared at an art piece for too long. I found my myself in what I thought the center of the house was as now I saw a rather large chimney in between two glass doors. The doors were camouflaged in the great wall of glass that surrounded the chimney.

There was a beautiful garden right outside, no wonder the whole wall was glass. The sight behind was like non another, how could I have not seen this before.

And right above the burning fire was a big portrait, bigger than the other pieces I saw. I couldn't refrain from smiling at the family portrait. Bruce Wayne sat in a chair right in the middle, Dick standing right behind. He looked young. His features so soft, his smile that would make any girl giggle like an idiot.

And to his left was Tim, who looked even younger. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, his expression so stern but not as stern as the child next to him who I have yet to match a name with. And lastly an older gentleman on the far right, this whole portrait screamed crazy rich family.

I got to thinking while staring at them, if Tim and Dick are both associated with Batman... and if the manor is literally above the bat cave wouldn't that mean that Bruce Wayne is-

"Welcome back, Miss" I heard someone say. Their voice distinguished and spewing of an accent I couldn't recognize. I turned away from the portrait and came to see an older gentleman. Their white hair had matched with their white stained mustache. Wrinkles around his face and eyes showed me just how tired someone could seem. Oh, he was in the portrait!

"Hello?" I questioned. Hold on, welcome back? Oh please don't tell me he...

"I am Alfred, I run track of things around here" his grubby voice matched well with the aesthetic of the dark home. "I'm afraid master Dick hasn't introduced us yet" he stated and beneath his mustache I could see a small smile curl.

"O-oh, well I didn't break in" I assured him standing still, with my hands held together behind my back.

"I'm very sure of that" He stated as a matter of fact, his eyebrows raising. I gave him an awkward laugh and continued,

"I'm Rory" I introduce reaching my hand out. It seemed to catch him off guard as his eyebrows only rose more up his wrinkly forehead. As to not be rude, he grabbed my hand and shook it once then let go.

"Now if you may, I would like to attend that wound of yours" He gruffled, bringing his hand into the air and signing to follow him.

"Well you see, Dick was going to stitch me up but I uh really need to speak to Tim first" I clumsily stuttered, I felt out of place speaking to someone's butler.

"Ah" was all he said. His eyes looked down at the floor in deep concentration, his tongue clicking the roof of his mouth.

"So if you could sir, can you tell me where his room is?" I politely requested still fiddling with my hands. He nodded and took a few steps back.

"Up those stairs, his room lies between a stack of encyclopedias and a Fragonard painting" He informed me, I stepped closer to him and saw the staircase last time that Dick lead me up to.

"Thank you, sir" I nodded at him and quickly fled the living room and up another flight of stairs. This house was something else, even the stairs were gorgeous. I looked around the hallway and found myself counting down doors, one of them being Dick's.