Mixed Messages ~ {d.w}

➵Eight

OUTGOING MESSAGES
9:00 pm

Damian:

"Echo. I need to know which plan they're executing."

Echo:

"Heh, I'm not simply telling you that."
"Come on, Dami dame"
"Surely a lil' cutie bird like yourself can figure it out, RIIIGHT?"
"RIIIIIIGHTTTT?"

Damian:

"Do not call me such names."
"I should have figured it out, but you're stupid riddles aren't helping."

Echo:

"RIDDLES!?"
"Don't let the Riddler hear ya say that ;)"
"Eugh Staaaaap"
"I rlly don't want to develop a soft spot for ya"

Damian:

"That would never happen."

Echo:

"I dunnoo...."
"You're a pretty good lookin' guy"
"Especially in that suit of yours ;)"

Damian:

"You can see me right now, can't you? I checked, there are no cameras in this room! Or anywhere in the manor for that fact."

Echo:

"I won't be telling you if I have cams in the Manor or not, but"
"I could just be standing in the same room as you, as I type this out ;)"
"Spooky huh?"

Damian shut off his phone in a flash, glancing around the room in a frenzy. Echo couldn't really be in here, could she? His eyes landed on every person, his mind deducing which ones could be like her. His eyes finally settled on a young girl, maybe about Damian's age. She turns in his direction, giving him a wave a grin. He just glared at her in response, making her frown and turn away in awkwardness.

"See someone you like?" came Dick's haunting voice. He clasps Damian on the back, smirking too. His eyes follow Damian's, seeing the girl he was so clearly staring at.

Damian shook his head, keeping his eyes trained on her. "No, she just seems suspicious," he replies, but it falls on deaf ears. Dick was already convinced Damian was staring at a girl he liked.

"Just and talk to her! I'll be your wing man," he slyly offers, cocking his brow too. His eyes were still on the girl, watching her as she opened her phone.

Damian's hand dove into his pocket, keeping a hand touching his phone, ready to detect the vibrations of a text. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He saw the other girl, a blond, tuck her phone back into her bag. He felt convinced that was echo.

She glances at Damian, giving him a friendly smile again.

It had to be her, right?

Damian shrugs Dick off himself, walking away to a quiet corner. He pulls out his phone, watching the crowd for wandering eyes. He eyes the walls, looking for cameras. Making sure no one was around him, he opens the messenger.

INCOMING MESSAGES
9:09 pm

Echo:

"Haha! I don't go around smiling at random strangers."
"Nice try"

Damian:

"You could just be saying that."

Echo:

"I could and I couldn't"
"Figure it out, baby."