Gotham's New Bird | T. Drake

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Robyn sucked in a deep breath outside of Cooper's door. The bass was thumping through the walls and pounding into her chest, where her heart was drumming. She could hear people laughing and cheering. Robyn wasn't one for big parties, but sometimes she just needed a breather and just let loose.

Her hair was pulled back into two short, copper pigtails, one sprayed with red dye and the other with blue. She was wearing one of Harley's old costumes: red and black leather pants with a red and black corset. Robyn's face was painted white with the stark contrast of pure red lipstick.

She let go of her breath and knocked on the door before opening it.

One thing was for certain: this was no apartment. This was a fucking night club. How the actual hell could that many people fit in that small of an apartment? This was a fucking college party.

Multiple people in costumes crowded around a table. Of course. Beer pong. There was also a game of poker going on in the living room. One couple was making out on the couch rather roughly, which made Robyn feel weird. But hey, she reminded herself, they're probably drunk and have nothing to lose. Many others danced and ground into each other drunkenly.

Robyn could see Cooper pushing and stumbling his way through the crowd to her, someone was following behind him. His hair was cropped on the sides and shaggy hair dyed purple and pink stuck out from the hat he wore. He was clean-shaven and wore a dark gray suit, but no tie, a pocket watch chain dangled from the right pocket. Most of all, his lips were swollen.

"Robyn!!" Cooper greeted happily and with a slur. He wore a mustache and tweed jacket. His brown hair poked out from beneath his hat, "Thought you wouldn't come! This is Will, my Sherlock!" Robyn beamed.

"Nice to meet you, Will!" She shouted over the music. She stuck out her hand and Will shook it, smiling.

His tall, slim figure dipped down closer to Robyn, "He talks a lot about you!"

Cooper suddenly dragged Will off and they disappeared off into the crowd again. Robyn stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do or who to talk to. Suddenly a woman wearing a typical sexualized cat costume walked up to her.

"You look lonely!" She exclaimed.

"Uh, yeah, I kinda am!" Robyn replied.

"Well, I have a deck of cards and I'm bored with poker and beer pong! Wanna play euchre?" She asked.

"What?" Robyn didn't know what that was.

"Euchre! Wanna play?"

"But I don't know how!"

"That's okay! I can teach you! I already have two others that can help!" Robyn followed the woman back to the door and into the hallway. She, the woman, seemed relieved to have gotten out of the apartment.

"Ugh. Too many people crammed into one space. It's making me claustrophobic." The woman said. Her hair was brown and her curls were wound tight. She was pretty, really. Freckled covered her dark skin. She must have been biracial. Brown eyes were lined with purple eyeshadow and black winged eyeliner. She was about the same height as Robyn.

"I'm Robyn. I'm Cooper's neighbor," Robyn introduced gestured to her door.

"Marina. I'm a coworker," Marina finished the introduction. Suddenly the door open and two guys appeared.

"Thank God. Too many people in there," one of them, who had shaggy blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes, and who was dressed in a fireman costume said, "I'm Cameron, by the way. But people usually call me Camera. Photographer of the Gotham Gazette."

Robyn waved and smiled shyly, "Robyn."

"I'm Marcus," said the Hispanic-looking man. He was attractive, too, in a baseball uniform. His chocolate eyes smiled back at Robyn.

"So! Are we gonna teach our beginner here on the floor or what?" Marina said, clapping her hands together.

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Okay. Sorry. Writer's block. I also needed to get this in.

Look! Potential friendships! And we finally met Will! Woot!

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