Faye Feng → Dick Grayson ✔

Interrogation

"Any reason why you're drinking the largest cup of coffee I've ever seen?"

"Mmm-phhh."

Faye sighed and placed a finger on the rim of the coffee cup lid, pressing it downwards so that she could see Dick's amused gaze. "Do you want to attempt to speak English at the very least?"

Dick swallowed the last drop, ignoring the scalding in his throat, and slammed the coffee cup on the table like a judge delivering a ruling.

"Do you mind?" A boy with slicked back hair and thick glasses snapped from a table away, voice just as audible to all in the library despite his hushed tone. "Some of us would like to be productive."

Dick could sense Faye's retort before she even opened her mouth. He nudged her leg lightly with the side of his foot, warning her against it. As always, Faye ignored him.

"Chill out, four-eyes," she responded languorously. "Maybe you'd actually be productive if you didn't spend half your time styling your hair."

The boy's eyes widened in indignation. He was about to say something that Faye would no doubt tear him to bits with, when Dick put a hand over Faye's mouth.

"Sorry," he whisper-shouted, taking advantage of Faye being stunned speechless. It wouldn't last very long. "We'll be quiet."

Dick flashed his best charming smile. All he got in return was a glare, but it was enough to get the boy to return to his essay.

He felt a weirdly wet sensation on the palm of his hand, as if he had grabbed hold of a snake. Dick retracted his hand as if he'd been electrocuted, looking down at it in both disgust and shock.

"Did you just lick me?" Dick rubbed his hand viciously on his pant leg. "That's gross!"

"If anyone should be grossed out it's me – I just invited all the germs from everything you've ever touched into my mouth."

"I want to boil my hand."

"That's a bit of a waste; do you know how many people would pay for me to do that?"

Dick snickered, earning him another sharp glare from the boy with glasses. Dick gave him an apologetic look, which prompted a huff and a disapproving shake of the head.

"Right, I can't deal with this guy," Faye jumped up, making the table rattle on purpose. "Let's go to one of the project rooms."

Ignoring the evil-eye the boy was giving her, Faye sauntered over to one of the relatively more soundproof rooms in the library. Dick was right behind her, mouthing 'sorry' to everyone who was distracted by the sound of Faye's heels clicking noisily against the floor.

Once they were alone, Dick closed the door as quietly as he could. He turned around, and sure enough, there it was. Faye's eyes were narrowed, slits of intensity glinting at him.

He sighed. "I knew there was a reason you wanted us to be somewhere people couldn't hear."

"What? How did you know – ?"

"You're giving me the look again."

"What look?"

"The look you give people when you're trying to intimidate them into telling the truth."

Faye scoffed. "I do not have a look."

"Oh yes, you do," Dick chuckled. He sat on the opposite side of the table to face Faye, who was still staring at him with an intensity that would never fail to make him uncomfortable. It was worse, because he knew what she was going to say. He had been waiting for her to make the first move for the last two weeks. "Just ask me."