Mixed Messages ~ {d.w}

➵Nineteen

"Stacy can be a real pain sometimes but I love 'er," Mark quietly admits to Dick and Damian. Although Damian isn't paying much attention.

"Stacy sounds lovely! How old?" Dick asks, grinning as they walk through the many rides and booths. He eyes Damian, seeing his frown.

Mark thinks for a minute. "Probably around his age," he gestures to Damian, who's walking a few paces behind them. "What like, 14?" Mark ponders, thinking quietly.

Dick laughs, nodding his head. "Dami's 14 too! Maybe Stacy and Damian could be friends," he suggests, elbowing Damian behind him. Dick stops, turning around to catch Damian. "What do you say?"

"No," he says, scowling. "I don't need 'Stacy.' I'm perfectly fine by myself!" her argues with him, knowing exactly what Dick's thinking. "Speaking of her, where is she?" Damian looks around, trying to spot her. They'd ended up in the food stands, among the greasy foods.

Mark takes a look around, sighing in defeat. "Lemme see if she'll answer the phone," he says, reaching into his pocket. It was a burner cell. It made Dick and Damian's eyes go wide. Why was Mark using a burner cell of all cells?

Damian and Dick share a look. He narrows his eyes, trying to memorize the number he was typing in. That didn't work. The phone seemed to be programmed to dial only that number. It didn't show on the screen either.

"What kind of phone is that?" Dick asks, taking a long look at it. He was trying to find some sort of number on it, something that could identify it. "Looks cool," he comments.

Mark looks to the side to see Dick's friendly grin. His suspicion was rising, they couldn't be that dumb, right? "Uh. It's- oh! Stacy, thank god you picked up!" he cuts himself off, thankful that Alice picked up. Saved him from having to explain himself. "You're where?" he asks, trying to make out what she's saying.

"Here!" she squeaks, jumping onto Damian's back. Reluctantly he lets her on, knowing that it'd look rude and weird if he were to throw her off. She wraps her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "Hiee!" she giggles out.

"Hey there," Dick greets, just laughing. He tries to hold back his chuckling but with Damian's frown it's so much cuter.

"Get off me," is all Damian has to say. His scowl says it all, even though he's still carrying her on his back.

"Stacy, come on, leave the kid be," Mark sighs, shutting off his phone and putting it away.

"I am no-"

"But he's so cute!" Alice giggles, getting off his back at last. "Besides, why wouldn't I bother my friend?" she nudges him in the rib cage.

Damian glares at her, crossing his arms. "Go away, you are not my friend," he tells her, walking away from her and standing next to Dick.

Alice smirks, "that's not what you said," she whispers, earning a raised brow from Damian. "I mean- you're not a good friend!" she corrects, louder. "We should get going. The line for cotton candy is open!" Alice drags Damian by the hand and grabbing Mark's wallet with the other. "Thank you MARY!"

"Stacy! GIVE ME MY WALLET!"