Lolita 𐐪𐑂 Dick Grayson

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The cold never failed to wrap itself around Gotham's citizens. Thankfully, summer had arrived and melted snowflakes that once laid upon the vehicles that added to the cities pollution. The date, July 27th. It was the middle of summer, when the heat was most enjoyable. When crime rates rose.

And as the middle aged man shoved the recently turned 16 year old out the back door of a convenient store flashing 7-11 in its front, this only rose the stamina.

"Ow, ow" trip, "ow" cried an annoyed voice. The girls wrist grew in pain as the handcuffs keeping her hands bound dug deeper into her sensitive skin. She regained her balance just after tripping over her own heel. Her shoulders rolled back letting out a shaky breath.

"Come on now, shouldn't you be used to it" replied a much heavier voice, a very tired one. Officer Grant, a police officer who's served more than 30 years in Gotham's very own law protection group. He had grown to the normalization it was for the current teenage girl to be sequestrated in his handcuffs. This had been her third time this week being caught for theft. Fifth time being caught for any sort of crime this month.

"Still doesn't mean I enjoy it" she sighed standing still, waiting for the man to open the door for her of the small police car parked in the middle of the large alley way. Next time, she thought, find a place with a narrow alley. Officer Grant's worn out hands flung the door open and she miserably invited herself in. As soon as her thighs attached to leather seats, she soon became aware it wasn't just her and the officer of the law.

There in the passenger seat sat another man. Jet black hair. Combed to both of his sides in a messy way, revealing layers and layers of silky hair. His ears perked up hearing the commotion behind him, ultimately leaving him to turn his head back. The girls lips parted, a small rather harsh gasp oozing out of them. Although she could only see half his face, it was more than enough to mesmerize her.

The strangers nose, straight going into a slight curved point, peeked out more than a normal one. His cupid bow created a sharp accented arch to the tip of his lips, making them look perkier, giving the illusion of a plumper bottom lip. But all this couldn't compare to his eyes. The ones that took her breath away. They were unlike any shade of blue she ever saw. The outsides of them lined with a dark blue shadow as the inner circle became more and more of a subtle periwinkle.

She felt her legs tremble. Soon her back, it was as though he took away the strength in her to sit up. Her sides began tingling, as though someone was tickling her, as if something had entered her system and began fluttering around, touching very sensitive parts of her. Everything went blank except for the image of him.

A minute had gone by, the opened door let in a slight breeze hitting her shins which eventually caused her to break up the tension she thought was created between them. The male only stayed quiet and returned to his original position. He faced forward and brought his disposable coffee cup up to his face. His lips touched the opening and as they parted, smoke danced out. The girl blushed; quickly she turned her head.

"C-could you, the door, cold it" she tried saying still trembling from the cold and shock that waved past her entire body. The warmth on her face only grew realizing she had said cold instead of close. The slam of the door made her flinch, but was replaced by a slight smile as she felt him turn once again to her direction.

Who the hell was this man to take her feel this way? No way this was her. As the presence of another human entered the vehicle, she felt her confidence rush to her sake again. She cleared her throat and saw Officer Grant hand over his clipboard to the man. He grasped onto it and lowered the sun visor in front of him to which a small slip fell out.

"Your ID" The man finally spoke. And oh did it pain her. His voice was rich, deep. It could make Prince Charming cry, beg for God for something so gorgeous. Oh fuck, her school ID.

"Well shit, gotta get better at hiding the evidence" She laughed through her nose going to get the card. The man held it out between his index and middle finger, perfectly in between his and Officer Grants chair. Her small body leaned closer, soon her teeth grasped onto the flimsy plastic. This was it. She began pulling away slowly, making her eyes peer out through the fallen strands of hair covering them. He looked down at the moment she wanted. A smirk drew itself onto her lips, spitting the ID to her side and hearing Officer Grant begin to tell her off.

"You see! You got me having to bring another one here to help me out" He murmured under his breath, turning the engine on, "Lolita, Dick Grayson. Dick, Lolita" he finished, pulling out the alley way and letting the light posts fill up the darkness inside.

The mans skin shown, letting his tan color reveal itself. An eyebrow raised as he heard what his superior had called the girl. As her ID clearly said Aurora Saint, he couldn't help but be curious.

"Well mister Grayson, its a pleasure to meet your aquintance" Lolita purred, her chest pressed onto the back of his seat. He shifted upwards and tried to remember where he heard that name. And that was it. Back in his school days, he read a book titled Lolita. And as the name circled around his brain, he was bombarded by the scenes he read and soon came to watch. Lolita, what a strange and inappropriate name for her.