Faye Feng → Dick Grayson ✔

Arrogance

Cold metal danced between her fingers, the black pen-shaped tracer doing flips over her knuckles. Faye took care not to press the red button at the end – the last thing she wanted was a certain caped figure perched on her balcony.

A knock came on the door. Faye flicked her wrist, and the tracer disappeared into her shirt sleeve.

"Come in."

She didn't turn to watch her father enter the room. Instead, Faye continued to stare at the notes in front of her, which she hadn't done in more than an hour.

"How are your exams?"

"They were harder back home."

"Really? These are your finals you're talking about."

"Gotham's education system is as educational as a fashion magazine column on what Mom wore last week."

Jason laughed. "And I thought Gotham Academy was the best of the best."

"We're the best of the best, Dad."

Jason rolled his eyes. "You sound like your mother."

"It's almost as if we were related."

Faye turned, vaguely wondering how her parents had ever married in the first place. Sandra was in her early forties, yet she seemed so much older than her father, who might as well have stopped maturing at the age of twenty. Even now, as he leaned against the side of her desk, arms lazily crossed over his chest, Jason Chow-Feng could have passed for a college graduate.

"You're done visiting?" She asked.

"It didn't take as long as I thought it would. The new employees are settling in nicely. HR hasn't run into a single problem yet."

"No questions about secrecy?"

"Other than that man from the north part of the Narrows last month, we haven't had issues since."

"Oh, I remember. We laid him off."

Jason sighed. "Your mother laid him off. I was against it, but she was right – an example had to be set."

"Any outrage from his coworkers?"

"I explained as best as I could, and they grudgingly accepted. I think they appreciated the transparency."

"They also appreciate that we've given them chances nobody else will." Faye glowered. "We should have ordered hits on Gotham City's Council for their indifference."

Jason frowned as he watched his daughter start scribbling, as if she hadn't openly wished the death of nine people. "That's a strong statement, Faye."

"So is leaving their citizens to starve and die and go insane - "

"We're going to talk about something else now." Jason interjected loudly. "How is Bruce Wayne's son?"

Faye gave Jason an unamused look, only for him to respond with one of his own. She sighed and gave in – her mother would be more than glad to discuss these things with her anyway. "He's fine. Dick's fine."

"You've been going to Wayne Manor every Saturday, right?"

"I don't exactly keep that a secret."

"That's true," Jason said thoughtfully. "What do the two of you do?"

"Study, obviously."

"You sure? Just studying?"

Faye didn't know whether to laugh or scoff. "You have got to be kidding me."