*Tina's pov*
I walk back into the mansion with a smile on my face. Damian, thinks he got to me. Ha, he's the one under an illusion not Dick. I see him holding his sister in one hand with a fairytale book in the other. When he looks up from the book, I throw him a smirk that let's him know that he messed with the wrong one.
Damian's interrogation skills need work. They had me for a second, but I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know he got to me. I am worth the trouble, because I'm a boss ass bitch with the best guy a girl can ask for. He can suck my- Nope I have more self control than this.
"Hey, I enjoyed our talk earlier, Damian. I just want to let you know that it's going to take a little more skill to get me away from your brother," I smile sweetly before patting his shoulder. His eyes widens in shock, but surprisingly he busts out laughing.
"Maybe, I am wrong about you," he smirks. "You're dead wrong," I grin before walking away from him.
"Tina! There you are," Dick calls out from down the hall. He jogs to meet me, and pulls my arm towards the front door. "I have a major surprise for you."
*sometime later*
"Oh. My. God. What the-" the stage looks sooooo much better than what I had at first. It wasn't too fancy, but it was enough to guarantee that I have great connections. The back drop, that covers the backstage area, is littered with neon lights, and has the name 'Club Nyx' spray painted in cursive with sapphire blue sparkling paint. Oooh I like, it gives it a mix of classy and edgy.
"What do you think? Do you like?" Dick asks excitedly as I stare at the spray painted name of my fashion show. "I'm just proving the point that you have me speechless," I say in awe. Everything is coming together so well. I'm definitely going to get that trip to Paris.
I take my eyes away from the back drop, and take a look at the runway. This is just genius! To emphasize 'nightclub', the catwalk is covered with glowing light pink tiles to resemble a dance floor, and to the far right side of it was the "DJ booth" where they control the music and the light cues. I just wanna know who paid for this.
I shift my eyes towards the seating arrangements surrounding the stage.The black round tables, with neon colors rimming the edge of it, are evenly spaced apart with two dark colored chairs on opposite sides. "Do you mind if we checkout backstage?" I ask as I step up on the runway.
"Of course! I think you'll really like it," he chuckles as he follows behind me. The closer I got to the back drop, the more I've noticed that the hidden openings for the models to enter and exit through were covered by big black speakers. We went through one opening and I gasp in surprise.
The open area is split into four sections: wardrobe, hair/makeup, dressing spaces, and supplies/refreshments. I swear I've never felt so satisfied in my life. Seeing this happening right before my eyes is just surreal.
"Dick I-" I start to say, but I'm left speechless. He really went out of his way to do this. My heart skips several beats at the thought of him handling my bail, fashion show, his job, and his superhero work. I turn to Dick with a big grin on my face. "I love it so much!'' Oh God, I hate feeling so damn cheesy especially in front of him.
"Seriously? You like it?!" He shouts enthusiastically.
"Yes, yes, and YES!" I scream as I jump around like a little kid on a sugar rush.
"I knew it! I knew you would like it!" He yells as he picks me up and spins me around. "Kat handed me your binder and plans while you were away. I tried to get this as close to your vision as possible. The trickiest part though was trying to figure out where all the tech stuff should go, because it's outside. You had put in your binder that you had watched Night of the Roxbury to kinda get an idea of...." as he continues talking about making this show happen, my body can't get over the fact that he is sharing my love for making this show happen.
His face animates into different expressions as he talks about the troubles he went through, and I can't help the fact of how adorable he is. He can be hot one second and adorable in the next. I seriously got a man who can do both.
"So yeah. I was sure this was going to work, and you proved me right," His blue eyes twinkle with pure amusement. Oh gosh. I can't take it anymore.
"Come on, we're going out to eat. My treat," I tell him happily.
"You dont-" I hold up my hand to stop him.
"I want to, Dick. You've done so much for me, I need to do something for you for a change. Are we going to eat, or are we going to stand here and try to eat air?" Now it was his turn to be speechless.
I let go of his hand to place my hands on my hips. "Uh, let me think on that," Dick teases as he pretends to be in thought. "You know carbon dioxide always sounded tastier than a good steak. Hmm, this is tough."
"You know what else is tough? My craving for actual food. Come on silly," I chuckle as I wrap my fingers around his. He looks down at our hands and starts grinning from ear to ear. His dimples start to peak through, and I swear my knees go weak.
"Okay fine. Where to?"
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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...
