Lolita 𐐪𐑂 Dick Grayson

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ONE DAY LATER

It was like

No. Delete.

You know when you finally get something right

Wrong. Delete.

Love at first sight, that shit.

My thumb hovered over the send button. Finally, I pressed down letting my text send to Sophie. I looked up from my phone and twisted my ankles around nervously, impatiently. I sucked on my bottom lip and tried sinking deeper into the concrete wall behind me.

The smell of alcohol pads, latex gloves and metal filled my nose as I looked around the clinic. Feeling a slight jab to my chest, I took a large inhale and exhale while rubbing it. As I looked to my right, I could see the wooden door that held my doctor and uncle locked inside the room I was previously in. The doctor felt as though having me in the room, as though letting me hear how much worse my condition grew would only make me more frightened.

Sure my heart can't pump enough blood into it, but seeing him, Dick Grayson was enough to get my heart beating faster than anything I'd ever experienced. You see, just last night I had felt what I believe was love at first sight. And if not then what the hell is love suppose to feel like. It was dumb to think I didn't fall heals over heads for that man. Lord, head over heals. It only grew from when he guided me into the station, to when his fingers grazed my wrists while uncuffing me and finally him having to deal with the both of us being in a room alone.

My phone buzzed between my fingers. The screen turns on holding a response from Sophie, a best friend of mine. Taller, and skinnier in stature, Sophie was one of the lankiest humans I'd ever known. She towered over most of our school, yet looked as though she could easily be taken away by the wind. Her hollowed cheekbones and sunken eyelids didn't help either with her already thin look.

You say that every time we watch twilight and Edward appears on screen

I scoffed, hating how she never took me seriously. It wasn't like that, I told her. It was different in a bad but very pleasurable way. I wasn't prepared to become so infatuated with him. I had already looked him up and saw his recruiting picture posted on the official website of the police station, underneath it captioned Congratulations to Officer Dick Grayson, Welcome to the Gotham City Police Department.

I wanted to send her his picture but before I could take another glance, the door opened and out came my uncle with a rather thick packet of paper in his hand. I heard him say thank you, the doctor returning the favor. I nodded at my doctor and stared a hole at my uncle's head as we reached his BMW X5. It was an ugly car, but quite costly.

Matt, my uncle. Short for Matteo, is my late mothers younger brother. My only uncle. I sat inside his car and waited for him to tell me what the doctor made such a big deal out of. As the car moved and we were heading down route 1, his voice clashed with my inner voice reading the packet he had given me. I skipped through the first few pages showing my vitals and had accidentally skipped too far in.

"How to start writing a will?" I said outloud, slightly taken back. I laughed but then stopped and looked at him. The corner of his eyes glanced over but his face was turned to look outside his window. "I'm not dying anytime soon, right?" I asked him, now having my shoulders sag. The packet slowly slipping from out my grasp.

"Look, its just a ..." he paused frantically blinking, "precaution. Just that" He tried saying with a smile but failed as he returned his attention to driving. A precaution. No, writing a will is most certainly a sign that I'm going to be six feet down dirt and worms alongside my mother. Whatever, I huffed and ripped out the instructions and 'comforting' lines the one paper held.

It wasn't much longer until we turned a corner where our apartment building stood. The glass, rectangle, and basic modern building to anyone could show that I did come from a wealthy background. But it was all mainly my uncles job's doing, he worked for WayneEnterprises. Thus why, ridiculously enough we rented two apartments in separate buildings. One up state and the other one in the southern part of the city, where we first started at.

He braked slowly, stopping a few feet from the main entrance. I felt his grasp on my shoulder as he gave it one last pat. I turned to face him and saw him reach into his wallet.

"For when you get hungry" He coughed awkwardly handing me a twenty dollar bill. I thanked him and stepped out the car, being left alone as his monstrous car left my view. Unconsiously, my hands began ripping up the piece of paper in my hold. One strip turned to two and then turned into little pieces of inorganic shapes of paper being sprinkled around my feet.

Not even one step outside the circle of paper and a rather loud car honk stopped me in my path. I crinkled my nose up as I saw a police car coming to me. Great. Amazing. I love today, well there goes my twenty dollars worth of pizza. A ticket, I'm betting it'll be.

I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my baggy jeans and walked to where I calculated the car would make a stop. And being right, I was now standing in front a tinted window. It began lowering itself and the chilliness holding itself inside hit my exposed collarbones from the tank top that was once covered by a cardigan I had left in my uncles car.

"You know if you litter, you get a ticket, right?" Dick Grayson clicked the roof of his tongue as he took of his shades, letting them sit in his cupholder. The sweat beams rolling down from the very corner of his hairline added a nice touch to the scene. I simply shrugged my shoulders and made my way into the window, bending myself over to be on his level.

"This good enough?" My twenty dollar bill fanned me as I pouted my lips. He shook his head, a small smile creeping the corner of his lips.

"It's twenty five" He stated as a matter of fact. I giggled seeing how his expression reminded me so much of Edward Cullen. My head bobbed down and up again as I regained myself. I told him to give me a sec. I looked at him, seeing him stare at me much longer than ever. With my free hand, I began rummaging inside my shirt, until I felt my bra. His eyes flickered from around me but failed to break away from my eye contact. Finally I found a bill and pulled it out. A five dollar bill.

I pushed myself further into the car, my feet off the ground, my hips being pressed onto the rim of the window. Dick Grayson backed up, until he couldn't and hit his back against the door with a thud. I stretched my left hand out and opened his breast pocket, shoving the money in there.

I smiled at him one more time before pulling myself out of the car. What I didn't know was that my tank top had been trapped upon my hips and lowered itself, letting the very tip of my baby blue flowered laced bra to be exposed. The side mirror of the car informed me of this. I turned around and pulled my shirt back up with a slight amused smile on my face. Oh Dick Grayson, I just give you a sneak peek of what you could be enjoying in this hot, steamy summer.