imagines [dc]

deal me out [g. richard]

d e a l m e o ut !

cut the crap, i know who you are. i know you're robin, the boy wonder.

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"Hey." you casually say as you lean against the classroom door, talking to the person closest to where you were currently standing at. Who happened to be a black haired teen that you're used on seeing everyday at the school cafeteria. He, a red headed girl, and some of their other friends sat on a table right beside yours and you'd always be annoyed at how noisy they were.

Other than that, you never really saw him much since he usually show up early and go home early. That, and plus the fact that he's at that highest section whereas all smart kids belonged to. Yeah, you know an awful lot about him. But it was all because you're observing him most of the time, seeing that he doesn't act as stupid as all the people he hangs out with. It usually comes to you as if he's hiding some big secret, so knowing yourself and how boring your life is, you usually find spying some suspicious students- such as this dude- fun.

"Who's Richard Grayson?" you pipe up, looking around. You know that this guy was classmates with that Richard Grayson, seeing that the unfamiliar boy you're looking for is also included at the highest class, and this was exactly the room they're assigned.

"You don't know him? His face is plastered everywhere." he says, his back facing you as he's fixing all his things to leave.

"I'm the one asking here, not you." you crossed your arms, annoyed at how he can't just get straight to the point and answer you, and instead does the opposite. Seriously, you knew that you wouldn't be able to stand this guy when you talk to him personally. You only saw him at the cafeteria and you already hated him.

"What do you need from him?" he asks, not even sparing you a glance or what, which you found rude, by the way. You inhaled slowly, before letting the air leave your system as quickly as you let it in, harshly, completely annoyed at the ravenette.

"Need to discuss private matters."

"What private matters?"

"None that you should be worried about. Now stop asking and start answering me where the hell is Richie." you sighed, crossing your arms as you stare at the ravenette's back. Sure, you're personally not familiar with people at your school since you liked listening to music more than conversing with people- but then again, that doesn't mean you're not familiar with how they looked like. You just didn't know their names, especially since you're also very forgetful and not good with them.

"You're talking to Richie." He chuckles, probably for the nickname since no one really calls him that a lot, before finally facing you, bag strapped to his back, blue eyes meeting [eye color] ones. He shrugs playfully when a look of surprise crosses your features. But why did Richard Grayson looked different from him the other day?