" we really need you, ems."
" dick, you know that i can't."
" just this once. please, for me."
" wow, dick grayson begging for once. that's not something you see everyday."
" emery."
" i was kidding... duh."
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Present Day Planet : Earth
Dick stayed the hour until Emery got off of her shift. Her uniform was stained from coffee and maple syrup, but it wasn't anything she was used to. She wore dark cardigan all throughout her shift at work, since it was cold. Even after all these years, Emery was not used to the cold weather of Gotham. She missed Erillia, where the sun was the perfect warmth and the breeze was very slight. In Gotham, everything seemed so muggy and gross, but in a weird, fucked up way, it still felt like home.
" So how long have you been working there?" Dick asked, while driving his Porsche, one hand on the wheel.
" For about four months. It pays enough to get pay off rent," she replies, her head leaned against the window. Dick looked over at her, and his brows furrowed. After these two years, she was just living out to survive. Not even enjoy life. Just survive. He felt his jaw tightened and felt a sense of over-protectiveness.
" Have you ever asked Bruce for help? I don't think he'd mind at all, Em," he said, turning to face the road.
" I don't want any help, Dick," she whispered.
" Are you sure? If you need a place to st-" he was cut off.
" Dick, I'm fine. I promise," she interrupts and he lets go of the subject. Seeing her like this made him feel uneasy. After all, she was a princess of a whole different planet. It almost hurt him to see her like this. From training under Bruce to just being a normal person. But the thing was, was that she wasn't a normal person. She just wanted to be a normal person.
" Once we get in the manor, I'll get you a spare change of clothes, if you'd like. Just so that you aren't in your uniform," Dick pulled up to the front of the manor and parked.
" That'd be nice," she replied. The two walked into the manor together and when he opened the door for her, two boys stood in front of the door. A boy with green hair and a taller dark-haired boy, who oddly looked exactly like Clark. The boy with the green hair eyes lit up as he saw Emery walk through the door.
" No freaking way," he shouts in excitement, " Y-you're Daydream!"
Emery let out a small giggle, while Dick closed the door behind him. The dark-haired boy walked over towards Emery.
" Did you want me to get your coat?" he asked. Emery shook her.
" I-I'm fine, thank you though," she replied. Dick looked at her in confusion. After any event, Alfred would always offer to take her coat. Something felt off. Her demeanor and her voice was off. And he was going to get to the bottom of it.
" I'm Garfield! But you can call me Gar. Or, or you know, Garfield is fine," he stated, raising both of his brows while smiling brightly.
" I'm Connor. Connor Kent," the brunette said, holding his hand out for a handshake. She shook his hand and then Gar's.
" Wait. Kent? Like Clark Kent?" Emery said, puzzled.
" It's a long story," Dick said. He offered to grab her purse, but again, she refused, " You know where your old room is at, right?"
" Of course I do," she replied, beginning to walk up the stairs and into her old room. She stood in front of the door and looked inside. Nothing was moved. Her old desk, her vanity, her rack of clothes and her bed was nicely made. She remembered how Alfred always pushed her to make her bed, even though she wasn't living in a royal palace anymore. As she walked in, she sat down at her vanity. Em always played with makeup, her hair and anything she could get her hands on. Bruce didn't put a limit on what kind of makeup she wanted to get. A knock was heard at the front of the door.
Dick stood with a change of clothes. One of his old t-shirts and a soft, flannel pair of pajama pants. She looked in hesitation as she grabbed the clothes. Dick noticed the shift in her demeanor.
" Are you okay, Em?"
" Y-yeah. I'm fine. Do you have a hoodie by chance? It's pretty chilly out tonight."
" I mean the heater is on. Are you sure you're okay, Em? You can tell me anything, you know that right?" Dick sternly stated.
" Yeah, I'm fine, Dick."
Dick looked at her and he stared. Emery felt defeated, but she wasn't going to let him know that.
" I don't believe you."
" Dick, I promise you, I'm fine. Everything is fine."
