ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜱ | ᴅ. ɢʀᴀʏꜱᴏɴ

chapter 4

04. rachel

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hours later

"HEY, UH, GOT ANY LUCK ON THE ROBIN thing?" Dick asked after walking past Amy. The woman turned to him with her eyebrows raised in surprise since that had been the first time he'd spoken to her since she had introduced herself as his new partner.

"Wait, are you talking to me? Is everybody else dead? What about Paige?" She asked, sarcastically, as she walked towards him. "Because I clearly must be the last person on Earth for that to happen." Amy had been annoyed and had every right to be. She hadn't transferred to Detroit just to be ignored by her partner at every possible second.

"I guess I haven't been the most welcoming."

"No, you have not," Paige called out from her desk with an amused grin on her face. He simply rolled his eyes, bringing his attention to the two officers who went up to him.

"Hey, Grayson. You got that thing for helping kids, right?"

"What happened?" He asked.

"Some girl threw a brick at my car for whatever reason," the officer claimed with a scoff.

"She sounds enjoyable," Paige said, "Have fun."

Pausing, he turned to face the woman who had been sitting at her desk doing nothing but throw comment after comment at him. "Nope, you're joining me."

"No, no, I'm not—"

"You take the same amount if not more children's cases than I do. And besides you haven't done one in a while it's better than sitting at your desk all day long." Rolling her eyes, she got up and followed beside him as he walked into the interrogation room.

"I'll be just behind the glass," she muttered, walking into the other room to watch behind the one-way glass.

As he walked in, Paige's eyes landed on the black-haired girl who sat at the table, an empty seat across from her. She took notice of the dark purple streaks of color in her hair as well. "Word on the street is you like playing baseball with bricks and cop cars," he said, throwing out his coffee before sitting down across from her. "I'm Detective Dick Grayson. You wanna talk about what happened?"

Paige noticed the almost scared look on the girl's face as she looked at the man sitting before her. "It's you."

"I'm not sure if you—"

"You're the boy from the circus," she interrupted as Paige's eyebrows furrowed. Dick's face dropped as soon as she mentioned it. "Please. Can you help me?"

"Who are you?" He finally asked. "Is this some kind of sick practical joke?" Paige could hear the anger bubbling in his voice but didn't know why. He had told her about the circus before but he never gave her the full story. She didn't know why he left.

"I remember. People were happy that night."

Dick leaned forwards against the table as he practically stared the girl down. "What the hell is this?"

"Calm down, Dick..." Paige mumbled although he couldn't hear her from the other room.

"You most of all. Your parents...I watched them fall." Dick had turned slightly enough so that he could barely look over his shoulder at the wall behind him once he realized that Paige hadn't known that his parents died. "You kept wishing it was a dream. Wishing you would wake up."

"Who put you up to this?"

"Everything led me here. To you. It can't be by accident," She explained before she continued pleading, "You've got to help me. I don't know how..."