Lolita 𐐪𐑂 Dick Grayson

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It grew dark outside, it was past 7 pm and my uncle was yet to be back from work. It wasn't unusual, he worked for a very important company, a very time consuming one. Hence why the two apartments, sometimes his job would cause him to stay in our other building which was only 25 minutes away but my uncle just couldn't stand that long of a drive.

I made myself a make shift pizza, which was just placing a piece of bread in the toaster, slapping it with a small amount of pasta sauce and topping it off with a slice of ham. See, I did have an allowance. But due to all the trouble I found myself in, I paid them off using that. Plus, all the good food was back in the south.

I let out a frustrated yawn as I made my way to the front door. My backpack had been all good to go. My laces were tied and I had a light sweater wrapped around me, although it was July, Gotham never failed to let us now how freezing it could get. With my hood up, a makeshift replica of myself made out of pillows laid on my bed and the apartment left opened, I was free to go.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder and pressed the elevator to go down. On the way, a neighbor had greeted me. I greeted him back only for his figure to be squished between the elevators doors. At last, I left the building and began walking down to town where all the stores laid. I couldn't help but begin skipping, breathing in the air. The thing was up here, the air was much fresher. It made me feel better about everything, like everything hasn't gone to shit here, yet.

I had cursed myself out forgetting my headphones but to my excitement, I had reached the abandoned skatepark much quickly than usual. I placed a pair of gloves over my hands and a mask over my mouth to prevent any more poisoning of my body. My backpack opened to not reveal a basketball as I had told my uncle in the note I left behind but rather a small assortment of acryclics and spray cans.

I followed a weird squiggly line I had made in my past visits to make it to my part of the wall. A half drawing and half painted face of an angel was carefully hidden in the moonlight. To keep my comfort, I hummed a small tone I heard on the radio the other day. As acrylic tubes were opened, paintbrushes destroyed against the rigid wall and spray cans leaking, time began to pass. Thirty minutes I recorded. Too early, I thought.

Although the idea of vandalism wasn't my ideal way of getting arrested, I couldn't help but be bored by canvas's and sheets of paper. Plus, there was nothing better than enjoying my own company outside the box I was trapped in during the summer.

After another couple of minutes, I got up and stretched thinking to myself maybe I'd take a stroll around the park for a minute. My hands capped the cans, shoved them in the backpack and began doing the same with the acrylics as they'd had already began to dry. Suddenly a rustle near a tree then a crunch of a leaf made me freeze in my spot. My fingers now zipped my backpack quietly and cautiously. Then I felt footsteps grow to my left.

"Vandalism in private property could cost you a couple of nights in jail" was the first thing I heard glide through the wind and into my ears. I gripped onto my backpack and stood straight. I turned my legs over to be faced forward where I heard the voice. There a tall, large in width person stood. No texture of clothing that I could recognize until they stepped closer and with one flick of the wrist, a glowing blue rod lit one side of his face. Oh fuck.

Blue and black. With a large bird symbol spread wide against his chest. Who else could it the be. Superman? No. Nightwing, the super old robin. Despite how his muscles fit very nicely in that suit of his, I was not willing, this time, to stay here with him. I already got caught three times this week and just imagine if the bat brat turns me in himself. He even said it, jail.

"Not if I don't get caught" I sassed placing both my arms onto either sides of my backpack. He tilted his head, shaking it slightly, his rod, caved in into something much smaller. Now he progressing towards me. At that moment I remembered the hole in the fence behind me. Instantly, I sprinted behind me, my sneakers making a very rough movement with the pavement beneath me.

I yelped feeling something hit my backpack causing me to go down. I slipped the backpack off from behind me and army crawled to the opening, only that someone had stepped on my feet. I gave an exaggerated grunt as I rolled over to face the sky. At the very tip of my feet stood nigthwing. I kicked his leg and in the process kicked his two ankles with both my feet. He let out a gasp and began plummeting himself down onto me.

I pushed forward my hands in front of me and gave him a big shove causing himto land on his knees next to me.

"Sorry, I'm already taken" I shouted ending it with a high pitched giggle. I made it into the small hole, scratching myself on my sides but I made it out on the other side and ran into an empty road. A small gasoline station was just up ahead. Good, I can easily make the run. My sweater flew all over me, my mask now somewhere forgotten and my gloves all ripped up. I pulled both them off as I made it closer to the gasoline station that also included a small store.

I bit my lip but a very long metal silver that made a ear piercing clang on the floor made me bite too deep. The rod as it hit the end collapsed into the original small state I saw it. I sucked onto the blood now seeping from my lip cut and wrapped my fingers around the rod I just picked up.

"Thank you for the souvenir" I shouted, not turning around, just screaming it into the breeze that became clammy. My breathing shallowed, a small wheezing noise coming out of me. Sure, I was asthmatic but was still athletic. This run was nothing to me. Thank God, the nearest pump was only a couple feet away. I shook my head vigorously puttingg my hands into prayer mode.

Just then, the vibrations and grinding of tires coming in a hurry gave me a slight itch thinking I knew who it was. Tires screeched and before I could even throw myself onto a pump, the side of the front of a car hit my hips, taking what ever air was left in me. I stumbled back and went falling to the ground ass first. I groaned and felt my palms be incrusted with the gravel and dirt from beneath me.

The person who left the car was now aggressively gripping onto my right bicep, picking me up before my legs could even feel themselves.

"This doesn't belong to you" Dick Grayson bellowed so loudly, I could feel his breath hit my cheek. I whined and tried pulling myself out his grasp as he grabbed night wings weapon and stuffed it into his own utility belt. After a couple more minutes of struggle I stopped moving vigoursly seeing he wasn't moving us anywhere. I stared at Dick Grayson with a snarl on my face, now looking down at my feet feeling disappointed in myself for getting caught once again. Damn you Nightwing, for getting me caught and further increasing my feelings on this man.