The Archer | D. Grayson

4| You stole my car!

"What am I doing here?" I laugh. "What are you doing here? You're at a crime scene, Dick."

He holds up his badge.

"I'm aware." He puts it away. "Is that the footage?"

"Why?"

I put the device in my jacket pocket.

"I need to find Rachel."

"The purple haired girl, right?"

"How do you know her?"

I bite down on my tongue. I think Dick is the last person I was expecting to see. I haven't seen him since I left him.

"The past couple days I've been seeing her in my head.. calling for help."

He doesn't look at me like I'm crazy. He was one of the few people who understood me.

"Come on, I know you don't have a car here."

"And how do you know?"

"Because you wouldn't have worn those shoes in the snow."

I don't say anything, following him outside. I try to fight back my smile when I see the Porsche. I remember the day he got it.

We drove all around Gotham. It's a day that's embedded in my head. A memory that I'll never forget nor do I want to. It was the first day he told me he loved me.

It's crazy how our lives have turned out since being those sixteen year old kids. Once so in love and then in a blink of an eye everything changes.

I get into the passenger seat, pulling out a tablet from the glove department.

"I see you haven't moved anything."

I hand him the tablet, my eye catching on something in there. I quickly close it before Dick realizes I saw it. I give him the gadget.

"Bruce's tech?"

"Christmas present."

"You always were his favorite."

Bruce has always been like another father to me. He's seen me at my worst and at my very best. A very close friend to my father.

"Lara?"

"What?"

"The footage."

"Oh.. yeah."

I lean over the console to watch the video. Dick zooms in on the plate, doing a retinal scan and locating the plate.

He starts driving. Neither of us say anything. It's not awkward or anything, just filled with tension.

My phone starts ringing. I pull it out and take one look at the picture of Megan and I.

"Fuck.." I answer the call. "You just get home?"

"I thought you said we'd cook together for dinner?" She says. "I bought all the ingredients which were expensive."

"You act like I don't give you an allowance every week which is more money than any twenty year old is getting from their parents."

"Ugh. Fine but where are you? Sam said you left the office a while ago."

"I know.." I look over at Dick. "We'll cook it another time. I promise."

"You're avoiding the question."

"Don't leave the house."

I hang up the call. I scroll through my recently called, clicking Sam's name.