Paris: Book 1 (Nightwing X OC X Red Hood)

Chapter 2

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I had answered as many questions as I could. I let my hands play with my necklace. The employer, Mr.Benson, whom is a part of Wayne Enterprises , was going over my résumé for thetenth time.

"You're able to speak ten languages, including Japanese,Italian,and French. " He reviewed. I nodded. He seemed impressed with me.

"I'm certain a woman like you can help Mr.Wayne with translating words for his international travel arrangements. " He says, before standing up on his feet. I stood up and he held out his hand.

"congratulations, Miss Milian. " I shook his hand with an idiotic smile on my face. I grabbed my purse and Mr.Benson walked with me out to the front. "But I must warn you,Mr.Wayne is a difficult man to work for. If not him,then his children. "

I narrowed my eyes. "Children? "

Benson nodded. " seven of them. Bruce spoils them to wits end,I've heard. Such a beautiful girl like you, might stir the boys a bit. "

I nodded." That won't be a problem."

"I hope not. " I smiled, before looking over my shoulder and seeing a man with light eyes and a small lock of white hair hanging in his face.

He looked over his shoulder and our eyes met. I kept walking.

Judging by his posture, he's one of Bruce's "sons" . I happened to see two more getting out of the car,and arguing.

"Who else are we waiting on? " The younger much bossier one snapped at the older one,the man with the white hair.

"Who do you think? Dick. " the other said. I turned around and listened closely. "Probably handling some police business ."

Was Dick one of the the Bruce's sons too?

While on the way home,later that evening of drinks with my friends and buying cat food for Neko, I noticed something wrong with my tire. I pulled over and took a good look at it.

There was a large gash on my back tire.

"For the love of God! " I screamed out. This was not the best way to end a good day.

I didn't know any guy friends to help me out with tire problems. I sighed before I pulled out my phone from my bra (don't ask me why I do that,even when I have a purse nearby) and saw that a piece if paper slipped out. Picked it up,and grinned. My fingers swiveling away on my phone.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

I'm starting to think that I made a mis-

"Hello."

"Uhm, is this Dick Grayson?" I asked. Hearing a snicker.

"Yes,and Who is this? " he asked. I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes.

"Paris Milian, you pulled me over earlier this morning. " Hoping , he doesn't remember me.

"What can I do for you, Miss Milian?" He asked in a flirtatious tone.

"I need your help. My back tire has a long gash in the back. You're the only male figure in my phone. " all I heard was silence. Then I heard the door open and close. Footsteps. Keys jingling.

"Where are you,Kitty cat?" He asked. I looked at the phone for a bit,before shaking my head and looking around. Forgetting his new nickname for me.

"I'm right in front of China town. " I said.

"I'll be right there. " He said.

"Fine. "

I said while fighting a chill. This dress wasn't exactly made for chilly nights in Gotham. A black police car was pulling up,and rolling down the window. It didn't take long for Grayson to get here.