AN: Sorry for the late update, but with the explosion in Beirut and my thesis I just couldn't focus on anything! I love writing this book, I hope you guys like it too. This chapter is fluffy, kind of what I need. Vote, drop a comment! The updates will be slower from now on, I have to finish my thesis before mid September! xx love enjoy
-K
Wayne Manor Sunday
Nerissa went straight to her room, she cloaked the card she found like Constantine taught her. She checked her phone and found several messages and missed calls from Trish, she immediately called her.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Sorry I got distracted, you called a gazillion times what's up?" She walked by the mirror.
"Right!" Trish tried to find a way to get the message without saying the names, the girls didn't know if Batman was listening, "the-uh, lady from you residency in London passed by today."
"What lady?"
"Blonde, smokes a lot?"
"Who?" Nerissa examined her hair.
"Calls me darlin'."
"Constan-"
"Yes, Constance" quickly thought Trish, "Jones, anyway she said that a gallery in New York is dying to meet you."
"Right," Nerissa's 'relative' in New York, "did she say where the meeting would take place?"
"No! Didn't even leave a card, I guess she'll contact me again, or should I go to the Pine?"
"No, it's fine."
"You okay?"
"The white in my hair is spreading."
"How?"
"I don't know it's reached the middle of my head."
"That's weird."
"I know! Anyway I have to go! Love you."
Nerissa went down to work on the painting followed by her loyal feline friend.
Batcave
"Jay, you shouldn't be working out!" stated Dick taking the weights away from Jason.
"Fuck off! Alfred needs to see I'm fine so that he'll let me go home tonight."
"I'm afraid you're not going anywhere Master Jason, now drop that dumbbell."
"I'm fine I swear, ugh" he tried swallowing a grunt of pain, "hey B how about I make contact with Zsasz tonight?"
"You should rest Jason." Bruce said avoiding Alfred's glare, "Nerissa is here and I'm sure you'd like to-"
"STOP! DON'T! EVER!" Jason was mortified by Bruce's attempt to start a conversation about his relationship with Nerissa. Dick, Tim and Cassandra were enjoying his misery. "I wish I was dead again!"
"I can help with that!" stated Damian coming in.
"Come and try brat!"
"Where is she?" asked Bruce before Damian and Jason killed each other.
"She needed a moment with her belongings-"
"Alone?" panicked Jason.
"She's painting now," Damian handed Jason a chain. "Tell her I couldn't fix it."
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