𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✓

~ 3.

>> three - new house <<

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- - I SLIP out of my seat and rest an arm on the roof of my car as I look up at Wayne Manor. It was huge, bigger than what I saw on TV or newspapers. The dark stones were a little cracked, tall spires reaching up at the grey sky. There were only a few lights on.

"If you stare up long enough you'll get sick." Dick commented. I chuckled and shut my door, following him up the steps. Alfred was stood outside with Zeus' tounge hanging out. What an idiot. I ran up and started fussing him, cooing to him.

"Good to see you, miss Grady. I'm sure master Dick was nice to you." He smiled. I stood and nodded.

"Yeah, Dick was nice enough." I grinned back at him. He gave me an 'are-you-serious' look and rolled his eyes.

"Good! Do come in, it's getting a bit chilly." Alfred held open the huge mahogany door and handed me Zeus. I thanked him and walked inside with Dick and him behind me.

The room I walked into was twice as big as outside. A huge crystal chandelier that reflected the lit fire and lamps around the room. There were grey sofas situated around the room with a coffee table in the middle of it. What would Bruce need with 5 big sofas?

"Master Dick will show you to your room, dinner will be made in an hour. It's a roast with chicken, I hope that's okay?" Alfred piped up whilst I was taking everything in. I turned, smiled an nodded.

"Yeah, that's okay. Better than street pizza!" I chuckled. Dick walked past and I followed. We walked into a hall that had two huge staircases that winded up and up.

"Woah."

"Yeah, you learn to get used to it." His tone almost sounded annoyed as he spoke, making his way up the stairs. We were in silence the most the way up. Not awkward at all.

"You really aren't the best at talking, are you?"

"What?" He looked at me, riddled with confusion. I grinned.

"I've just noticed you don't talk a lot. There a reason for that?"

"Does there have to be a reason?"

"Well, having to interrogate people for 5 years and doing a pretty damn good job, you pick up on behaviours of certain people." I stated matter-of-factly. He tilted his head.

"Like who?"

"Serial killers, homicidal maniacs, innocent children with fucked up childhoods, many people with BPD or C-PTSD." He flinched when I said the third thing. That's totally not an indicator of something. He simply hummed and we dropped the topic, continuing in silence until we got to where I was going to be sleeping for a whole month.

As soon as he opened the door my jaw dropped. Beautiful navy blue painted room, matching bedding. Mahogany wardrobe and drawers. And a walk-in wardrobe by the looks of things. But no laptop or computer.

Good thing I brought my own.

"I'll let you uh...let you get comfy. I won't be here when dinners ready so, goodbye miss Grady." Dick held his hand out for me to shake. I smirk and hug him instead. I hug most people goodbye, he is no exception.