Red Rain [Jason Todd]

.10

"You've got the new table. 14." My coworker, Jennifer, says as she walks pass me, heading to the back.

I sighed a little until another one of my coworkers interrupt, "No, I got it! You know, since you've been so tired all day, Brielle."

I furrowed my brows a little as I grab a menu, "I'm fine, Lia. Nothing motivates me more than another tip."

"Are you sure you want to?" She asks as she steps in front of me.

I raised a brow, "You've never offered to take a table for me, Lia, so move out the way."

I walked around her with a roll of my eyes, wondering what was wrong with her.

I walked over to table 14, flattening out my apron a little before looking up. My feet slowed down as I saw who was sitting at the table I was approaching.

No wonder why she wanted to take the order.

I cleared my throat before making myself noticeable at their table.

I glimpsed down at his smirk before saying my usual waitress line.

"Hello, my name's Brielle and I'll be your waitress for today." I start in my nicest voice, "Can I start you off with any drinks this morning?"

"You may," He says as his smile grows.

I briefly clenched my jaw while forcing a smile, "What would you like?"

"My usual."

"You don't have a usual."

"You know my favorite-"

"You two know each other?" The famous Bruce Wayne finally asks as he sits from across from him, more in a statement though.

"Yes," I say, looking back at Dick.

"Bruce, meet Brielle. Brielle, meet Bruce Wayne."

I waved politely as Dick says, "You probably know him already though."

I nodded and brushed a piece of hair that loosened from my bun behind my ear, "So, coffee?"

"Yes," Bruce Wayne says with a smile, "hazelnut cream, no sugar."

I look over at Dick, waiting for his answer.

"Mocha latte, whip cream and fresh cherry on top." He says and I nod, turning around and rolling my eyes as I walk back.

Since when did they start coming here?

I headed back to the bar where I made the morning coffees.

"Has Bruce Wayne been here before?" "Better question, who is that hunk across from him?" "His son, of course! Haven't you heard of his adoptive sons?!" All my female coworkers whisper in a huddle near me.

That last one caught my ear though.

I didn't know Bruce Wayne had sons and I didn't know Dick was one of them.

I furrowed my brows as I look from my hands to the table down the open hall. Dick looked from the table and glanced my way, a smirk on his face.

The women near me gasped and unnecessary shit like that, thinking he was looking at them. But I knew who he was really looking at.

I chucked amusedly, shaking my head and looking back down at Mister Wayne's coffee.

Then I started on Dick's latte.