Nightwing: Heartache

Part 36: Billionaire's Only

December 22, 6:32am
Gotham City

Dick's phone vibrated in his pocket. He checked the texts.

Willa: is Bruze bulloonair
Bulldozer
Bill on air
Fck

His phone vibrated again with an incoming call. Dick rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and blinked at his screen. The gibberish on his screen, to be more exact. His phone vibrated with an incoming call.

"Hello?" Dick answered, his voice still sleepy. He had just crashed a few hours ago.

He had to hold the phone a little bit away from his ear due to the absurd volume of music coming from the other end.

"HI," Willa's voice was high pitched as she screeched into the phone.

"Willa?" Dick yelled back.

"THANK GOD YOU ANSWERED"

He was wide awake. "Are you alright?" Dick asked but Willa continued yelling into the phone as if he hadn't said anything.

"IS BRUCE A BILLIONAIRE? HE IS, RIGHT? I'M TRYING TO TELL THE IDIOT BOUNCER THAT I KNOW HIM!" There was a pause. Then, "THAT I KNOW BRUCE, NOT THE BOUNCER. IF I KNEW THE BOUNCER THIS WOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM!"

This was obviously not a life or death situation. "Yes, Bruce is a billionaire," Dick answered patiently, guessing alcohol was involved. He then held the phone away from his ear again when a set of high pitched squeals sounded from the other side. "Why?"

"THIS ASSHOLE TOOK MELODY'S PANTIES AND WENT INTO A BILLIONAIRE'S ONLY CLUB AND THIS FUCKING BOUNCER-"

Dick took a second to regroup and not laugh at whatever was happening on the other side of this phone call. He could still catch every other word because of how loud Willa was yelling.

"Give me ten, alright?" Dick yelled into the phone then hung up, unsure whether Willa caught what he said or not.

**
December 22, 3:43am
Los Angeles

When Dick spotted Willa, he tried not to picture her in her underwear. Or, not her underwear, but the set she wore in the Calvin Klein ad. Christ, now he couldn't get the stupid billboard out of his head.

No worries though, because when Willa spotted him, she pulled him right out of his head and into the present. She was presently yelling at the bouncer, a ginormous man who did not look amused. She abandoned whatever argument she was currently having when she saw him, running right to him and throwing herself into his arms.

Dick let out a surprised laugh and gently set her back down. Luckily, she was wearing sneakers instead of heels, or he would have been worried about her falling over.

"You're here!" She squealed. Her arms lingered around his neck, "you always answer my call."

"Always."

Willa's face was flushed. She had obviously been drinking, and from the looks of it, a lot. She wore black leather pants and a black lace bralette thingy that Dick tried not to spend too much time admiring. Her hair was down and her waves wild. He did not envy whoever had to brush it the next morning. Dick didn't know a lot about makeup, but even he could see the red lipstick she and glitter around the eyes. The whole get up was something similar to what her and her friends wore to parties in college, except this outfit was way more expensive.

She turned back to yell at her friends, "girls, he's here!"

Two girls stood up from their sitting position. One jumped up, tripped over the curb, but ran over, while the other gingerly stood up and walked over, both hands on the hem of her dress to hold it down. Both were giggling and squealing the entire time. They too threw themselves at Dick for a hug as if they knew him.