Characters: Dick Grayson (Silv) Kimber Fowl (Feathers) Slade Wilson (Elenaphant) Jean-Paul Lupin (Buse) Ellie Cullington (A.G.) Virgil Hawkins (@machineking) Mad Mod (NPC) Setting: Wayne Foundation Gala - at a swaggified event center Previous Threads: Veteran's Day Plot Summary: The Wayne Foundation is hosting a gala to start the school year off right by raising money for unfortunate children. Speaking of unfortunate children, Mad Mod decides to crash the party and kidnaps everyone there under the age of 20. With the next generation of elite in his grasp he can make them properly British! Or, at the very least, get some money in exchange for their safe return. If they don't escape first!
Richard Grayson, ward of the famous billionaire Bruce Wayne, fiddled with his cufflinks as the car he was in made it's way towards the event center. He had met Bruce at the airport and they had spent the past twenty minutes or so attempting to avoid each other while also confined within about a six foot square space. Alfred would have found it hilarious. Dick just found it uncomfortable.
He had told the Titans that Batman had sent him off on a mission. That was true in a sense. But this was the sort of mission that Robin would like to pretend didn't exist. He was going to a social function. It was part of his duty, Bruce had told him, in order to keep up their facade. Dick just thought it was dumb. But then again, Dick was a teenager. He had a low opinion of a lot of things.
The car came to a stop outside of the event center and Bruce gestured for Dick to slide out of the car first. The boy took one look at the twinkling lights, which was a combination of camera flashing and actual twinkle lights before he took a steadying breath and opened the car door. The once muffled noise of the crowds smashed into the young ward and he winced slightly as an overly ecstatic woman with too much blush snapped his photo.
Suddenly Bruce was behind him, a steadying hand guiding him through the claustrophobic crowds that were shooting rapid fire questions at the two males. They wanted to know about Dick's schooling in Jump City. They wanted to know about Bruce's love life. They wanted to know all sorts of things that they would never get to.
Dick smiled and walked on through them. It was just a performance and Dick was a performer.
Once they were inside and the doors had closed behind them, muffling once again the noise of the crowds outside, Dick felt Bruce's warm hand on his shoulder give a comforting squeeze before withdrawing. The two men didn't look at each other as the elder walked past and his young ward shuffled after.
Inside the place was set with a good number of round tables set with shining dishware and extravagant floral displays. The boy's blue gaze slid around the room as he followed Bruce. Someone had called his mentor over, and Dick had to restrain himself to keep from rolling his eyes as he followed. These events were probably the most boring things ever. And now he was a teenager so he was expected to go to them, and worst of all behave.
Dick shuffled to a stop behind Bruce and stared petulantly at the man's broad back. He didn't expect Bruce to pay him any attention. He was surprised, however, when Bruce moved to the side, revealing an elderly man. “Dick, this is one of my associates, Arthur. He has a granddaughter about your age.”
Because that would make this so much better. But Dick said nothing and simply smiled.
“Ah, young Greyson…” Arthur Long stood up from his seat. Gradually walks towards them with his walking stick. “Bruce has spoken so much good things about you. And what a coincidence? My granddaughter studies in Kingston's High Academy too. She just got arrived this morning...” He took young Grayson hand and gave a firm handshake. “Sweety, meet…” He pauses when he just realized. His granddaughter was missing. "Ahem, Won Lin..." He called over his secretary. “Where is my granddaughter?” “She went to powder her nose, sir…” Arthur just frown. “She should be back soon..." Teenager. He thought. "There she is now, sir…”
His assistant pointed to a girl with brown hair who had just entered the ballroom. She wore an elegant black dress. A sleeveless mid length Cheongsam. With see-through lace on her upper chest and back. And it a slit on one side. Accessorize with silver accessories. She completes the look. With a silk grey shawl and her hair. Tie up into a low bun.
“KIMMY-CUB!” He hollers to her and couldn't contain his excitement. “Over here, dearie. Come and meet my friends…” He waves her over. He couldn't wait to introduce her to everybody he knew. His beautiful talented darling little, Kimmy-Cub. Nudging his old friend, Bruce Wayne. “Isn’t she lovely?" He smiles "She looks just like her mother.” He smiles grew bigger. "She has her father eyes but she has my personality. Stubborn little child” He chuckles.
Kimber Lee Fowl turns her head. Hearing pet name being called. Spotting her grandfather from the distance. Waving at her. Standing next to younger and older gentlemen. And her face turns slightly red. Being called by her pet name in public. Downright embarrassing. Walking at a fast pace. Without making it not seem too obvious. It felt like she wasn't walking fast enough to shut him up.
“Just smile, Kimber Fowl. You can do this. If you can deal psychopath from destroying the city. Meeting people. Staying awake and saint. Without rolling your eyes in this whole boring event. Should be a piece of cake, right?”
“KIMMY-CUB!” "Urgh! Oh god! I take that back. Yeye. Please stop...Please stop..."She mentally cried. Probably. Everybody in the whole ballroom.Could heard him calling her? Over and over. And over. And over. And over. And over. The humiliation. Is there a hole? She buries herself in. Mumbling to herself before forcing a genuine smile on her face. “KIMMY-Cub, my darling pearl. I would like you to meet a good friend of mine, Bruce Wayne and his ward, Dick Greyson. Guess what? You both study in Kingston's High Academy together. What a coincidence?”
Oh, she knows him alright. His reputation precedes him. As being one of the cutest and popular boys in school.
"Come on, dude, you're an idiot. You won't even know what spoon to use for the soup, yo."
"Yeah, I'm a fast learner, I just have to see which one folks are using, yo. You'll see, I'm going to be the fanciest dude in that party."
And now there he was, clad in the fanciest suit he could have, complete with bowtie and a red rose that made him feel like the Don Corleone himself. He almost considered using that as a fake surname, but decided to keep to the original plan. Getting confused over his own identity would be pretty terrible, all in all. First, he had to figure out a way to get into the party... thankfully, he had an idea for that already. Avoiding the guards until he was inside was priority, which was why he took to leap over the back wall and sneak through the garden, which was a lot easier since it was night. And he could turn invisible, of course. That often helped.
He made his silent way towards the building and sighed in relief as he realized the ballroom was on the ground floor. He was prepared to climb the building, but not having to do so made everything easier. At that point there were already people mingling, enjoying a smoke in the garden as they couldn't do so inside. The young thief sneaked past them, entering the party head on and heading straight for the bathroom, checking the scenery while he was at it. The place looked good, the food looked good, and the people... well...
“KIMMY-CUB!”
The boy's attention was grabbed by a strikingly fancy old man, and then by a much more strikingly beautiful girl, who was possibly his age and also very cute and also apparently nicknamed Kimmy-cub by her doting rich grandfather. His mind quickly started hatching dozens of plans for him to try and approach her, but first things had to come first, and with that in mind he awaited close to the bathroom, waiting for someone to open the door so his invisible self could walk in. Verifying that no one could see him, he entered a stall, locked the door behind him and made himself visible again, taking a deep breath as he relaxed. Using his power like that was pretty taxing, but the result would definitely pay off.
He walked out of the stall, pausing to wash his hands as he noticed someone had entered the bathroom, and took the moment to recheck his disguise in the mirror. He had removed all his earrings, and had considered slicking his hair back but ultimately decided against it when he realized the wholes in his ears would become too visible, instead going for the standard, shaggier look. Blue contacts covered his cat eyes, making him look remarkably handsome, yet... well, human. On his left pinkie, a golden signet ring helped complete his "fancier than you" style. With everything set and checked, he made his way out of the bathroom and into the high society!
Aaaand of course Dick Greyson was chatting up the cute girl from before. God, he hated that guy. There were a lot of rich kids in school, but Dick was at the very top of the rich chain, and there was no possible way to outcash him. You just couldn't. It was one of the fundamental rules of nature that the aptly-named scrawny weak nerd had enough in his bank account that being in a party like this was a no-brainer. Oh yeah, there was also the whole thing with the Wayne Foundation. That might have something to do with it. To distract himself from rich kids, he turned to a waiter that was passing by him with a platter full of fancy glasses of whatever drink that was and took one, taking a sip as he studied his surroundings.
Sometimes family just didn't make a ton of sense. A literal tonne. Ellie Cullington could attest to that, though she usually didn't try to decipher much of anything her family did if it didn't directly involve her. In this case, she didn't have too much of a choice. Here she was, alongside her mom, dad, grandad, and just about everyone else in the Cullington family tree it seemed like. Everyone was dressed to impress; The men of the family wore dashing white suits with a light blue tie (because they apparently didn't understand how avoiding dropping hints about their alter egos worked), and the ladies, a light blue ensemble... which Ellie couldn't, for the life of her, get used to. She'd managed to talk her way out of high heels and into low-heel pumps to her credit, but wearing a dress had always creeped her out and today was no exception by far. It didn't help that Blake Jr. and Charles, in typical Blake Jr. and Charles fashion, had been ribbing her the entire time. At least she kept her phone with her, as well as a few other... 'goodies', in her purse.
Literally. Elbowing her in the ribs. The entire time.
"Hey, don't you have a class with her?" Blake Jr. mentioned off-handedly to Charles, the slightest grin on his face to compliment the devilishly mischievous on his cousin's.
"I don't have her number yet, so no?" Charles cheekily replied, causing an in-earsight Ellie to roll her eyes.
"Girls like that usually don't give there numbers to guys who can't pass pre-calc."
"Riiiiiiight, because 'you' know what girls like, Mr. 'I'm sorry, this doesn't usually happen'."
"Oh get off it, Mr.--"
"Boys," Snapped a near-silent yet consice Miranda, the current reigning 'Mama Bear' of the family with Kayla off and away with her husband in some other corner of the room. Both Blake and Charles paled considerably, and ended their discussion without another word exchanged. Ellie stifled a laugh. You did not upset Miranda. It was a written law of the Cullington family. "We're here to support The Wayne Foundation, which, if I need remind you, your father's Law Firm branch in Gotham has worked with, Charles," She noted, her eyes falling on the nearly-petrified boy, "As well as one of your father's business investors, Blake," She continued, putting the other in his place, "So I would very much appreciate it if you would all behave for the night. All of you." She finished, giving each of the younglings a once-over and causing a frown to form on Ellie's face. What did she do!? The raven-haired geek girl looked over at her thus-far-quiet little sister, who could only offer a shrug of equal confusion.
"Very much so! Though, you have to admit, the atmosphere is a bit--" Blake Sr. Began, only to catch a very, very familiar look from his wife, shutting him up as well.
"All of you."
"...Yes dear."
And with that, the Cullington family split up and began to mingle, meeting and greeting all over the place. Blake Jr. and Charles, naturally, stuck together like peas in a pod as they followed Ellie's dad around, while Angela was still too young to do her own thing, and stuck with her mother. Kayla and her husband were somewhere or another; Ellie lied and said she intended to meet up with them and follow them around just to get out of following her mom or dad around and being used as a conversation starter. This gave her free reign of the event for the most part to do as she pleased; Her first task in mind being to head back over towards where she'd originally seen... or rather, 'heard' dearest 'Kimmy-Cub' (God she hoped for that girl's sake they didn't share classes or she was so gunna hear it forever), and proceed towards that area. She was pretty sure she'd also seen Dick Grayson, one of the wealthiest and, honestly, hotest weirdest (in a good way) kids in all of Kingston High over that way. It was good timing, honestly, if he was still there; She needed a picture of his face. For reasons.
Post by Elenaphant on Sept 10, 2016 16:13:17 GMT -6
Mr. Wilson, a once-reclusive multi-millionaire who was a 'reformed' poacher', decorated veteran soldier, and full-time stock investor began once again to make his appearances at social functions. Many people did not recognize him, but the older crowd certainly did, which firmly set his reputation as someone the rest ought to know. He was also recently put in the public eye when the notorious Slade put a target on his life. Mr.Wilson decided that he wasn't going to go back into hiding, and with all these important people gathered together for a good cause, there was nowhere else more secure he could be.
The aged man was dressed up smartly, as always, with his elegant rosewood cane to lean on for support. He was in the middle of talking to someone when everyone's attention was brought to once eccentric fellow yelling out Kimmy-cub. He turned a less than impressed look over and realized, to his amusement, that the old man was making a fool of himself in front of one of the biggest fools of them all, Bruce Wayne. Mr.Wilson gruffed about the noise disapprovingly.
Supporting disadvantaged youth was good and all, but Slade wasn't interested in supporting causes all that much as he was research. He had been recently contracted to kill the man screaming his granddaughter's name from across the room. He wasn't all that surprised, from what he was hearing thus far, that someone wanted to do him in. Powerful men attracted powerful, rich enemies who gladly would hire his services to shut up their main competition for good. Also, he was enjoying making public appearances. It had been a long time since he played the gentleman.
He drew in closer, walking slowly, carefully, giving enough time for introductions. He could see he wasn't the only one making his way. Bruce Wayne and his ward both drew the attention of the female persuasion. Opportunistic vultures. As if he could talk, of course.
It wasn't a terrible idea. Maybe he ought to consider setting his own daughter up with the Wayne fortune. Maybe that was the whole point of having a ward:; a young, handsome face to lure eligible young ladies, that could be dropped in favour of a natural child should one come his way or the boy fail in his duty. He couldn't see Bruce sharing his own goals for taking on young apprentices to groom into versions of himself. He could believe in selfish motivation.
The party was getting boring, standing around. Time to stir up the pot. Seeing as how Arthur had invited everyone else into the conversation, he felt it only right to parachute in with his own thoughts on the matter. "Shouldn't you make sure he adopts the boy before making marriage plans?" he asked in passing, on his way to the food table.
Last Edit: Sept 10, 2016 21:59:37 GMT -6 by Elenaphant
Dick followed Bruce's direction and shook the hand of the man named Arthur. His granddaughter wasn't there, something of which the boy was grateful for, but he was not spared a short waxing poetic about how proud the old man was of his granddaughter. Bruce took the speech with a smile and a nod. Dick looked very much like he'd rather be gagging on spoons. He really didn't care about any of this.
When a girl came out who was maybe around his age and walked over to them Dick had to force a smile back on his face. It was just as insincere as hers was and he found his false smile turning into an actual grin at the thought of a compatriot. Though, at least he could be grateful Bruce wasn't shouting embarrassing nicknames across the room. The dark haired boy winced sympathetically as the girl moved close enough to properly introduce herself. He nodded in greeting as Arthur introduced him to his granddaughter.
"Yeah. Coincidence." Dick grumbled sarcastically. "You said that. Twice."
Now he was fairly sure it wasn't a coincidence.
"Richard," Bruce reminded him to be polite with a sidelong Bat-glare no one else could probably see. Then the man smiled brightly and reached out to shake Kimber's hand saying: "It's wonderful to meet you."
Which meant Dick had to too. The younger man reached out to follow suit but froze when he heard a familiar voice. Mr. Wilson? The boy's blue eyes widened and he locked eyes with Kimber for a startled second before turning to look at the familiar veteran. What was Mr. Wilson doing here? Then what the man actually said registered.
The Grayson turned a fabulous shade of red, his horrified blue gaze darting between the three adults like they were engaged in a pingpong match, and backed a pace towards the other teenager. "I don't want to be adopted," he informed them all harshly, his voice squeaking unfortunately from all the emotion, and causing him to click his teeth shut.
Bruce turned towards Mr. Wilson with that insipid smile on his face as Dick desperately searched the room for some kind of an escape. "Don't be ridiculous," Bruce said with a laugh to Mr. Wilson as the last of the Flying Grayson's blue eyes locked on an unfortunate Dar who looked around their age and happened to be standing blissfully by himself.
"Oh! Look!" Richard interrupted a little too loudly. He glanced pointedly at his mentor. "There's a friend from school. We have to go say hi," he shot a sheepish smile at Arthur but refused to look Mr. Wilson in the eye as he turned back to Kimber. "C'mon, um Kimmy." he offered hastily, holding out a hand towards her, giving them both an out. "This isn't the eighteen hundreds. We don't arrange marriages anymore." he heard Bruce intone behind them as he led his new compatriot on a beeline for a poor unsuspecting Darwin. The dark haired boy didn't slow down until they were out of range from the adults.
"I am so sorry," he apologized to Kimber. "I uh...let's not speak about this again?" the Boy Wonder tried with a winning smile.
It was obvious, by now, that their target was Dar. Dick stopped short of the other teenager and shot him a pleading smile. "Hi!" he greeted brightly. "Do you mind if we hide over here by you and pretend to all be engaged in absolutely scintillating conversation?" For a member of high society Richard could be refreshingly blunt. It betrayed his more common heritage, and sometimes it had the opposite effect with other teenagers of his new social status.
“I'm Richard Grayson,” he introduced himself. “But you can call me Dick,” a pause with a sly sort of smile added in for effect as he glanced from Dar to Kimber. “All my friends do.”
Kimber L. Fowl was honored when she shook hands with Mr. Wayne. Her life was complete. And when she shook hands with Richard Greyson. She instantly recognized the insincere smiles. The same smile as hers. That turns into a grin. hey were both on the same boat. It looked like she was the only teen. Dreaded to be in the gala. I beg he just dying to get out of here. Just as much she does. "Yes. I know, Yeye." She replies to his comment. Her eye fixed on an older gentleman. A man with a walking cane and with an eyepatch. She watches make him. Make his ways towards them before making an absurd comment.
"Shouldn't you make sure he adopts the boy before making marriage plans?
Marriage? With Richard Greyson? She almost lost it as face turns slightly red. Marry Richard Greyson? Her brain had a little trouble processing that thought. Only to conclude. 1. She was an independent woman. 2. Richard Greyson was probably too good for her. More like too good to be true prince charming kind.
"I don't want to be adopted," And it seems Richard Greyson had the thoughts as well...about the whole adopt and marriage plan. "That's a good one..." Her old man laughed. "That remind me of a funny story. How I met my late wife?" Oh boy, here we go again. Once an upon a time in China, walk down memories lane. Good thing she was leaving. Thanks to Richard quick thinking. Politely excuses herself to join with Richard. She leans to listen when he spoke.
"I am so sorry," Aww, she thought. "I uh...let's not speak about this again?" And she returns a smile. "I wouldn't. If you don't brag about the Kimmy-Cub fiasco at school? Then, it's a deal..." She replies before they approached a young gentleman who obviously wasn't from their school.He isn't? Right?"And if you heard the loud pet name calling a while ago?" Which probably the whole world has heard it. Right about now "The name is Kimber. Kimber Lee Fowl..." She introduces herself.
"There'll be kids from your school there, though, right? What if they recognize you, huh?"
"Come on, I trust my disguise. 'Sides, those people never look me in the eye anyway."
He didn't know what he was drinking, he didn't know what he was eating. All he knew was that he had never tasted those ingredients in his life and the flavor was of something that was probably more expensive than his apartment's rent. Thankfully, his tastes were simple and he'd still be able to enjoy the fullness of a good double jumbo hotdog, but still it was hard to pretend to be refined when food was just that good. Of course, hard was not impossible, and his acting skills proved to be impeccable as he ate sparingly and didn't stuff his mouth and pockets with canapés like his instincts told him to. Instead, he stuck to the sidelines, watching and trying to find someone to approach. By someone of course he was thinking of cute girls, but it was important to get a general sense of the people there. Like those guys in white suits and blue ties. Why would anyone wear that? Dar could see it happen if it's in a cheap movie about yakuza or something, but... a gala? Maybe they wanted to find each other easily in case they got lost. Or they wanted to be the power rangers or something. What if they were superheroes? The boy considered that possibility hilarious, then quickly discarded it since no self-respecting superhero family would give their identity away in such an obvious manner. As the group split up, he set his sights on a girl that separated from the others. Not many people were walking by themselves, and the girl in the light blue dress was pretty cute, too. With another sip of his "I-didn't-know-non-alcoholic-drinks-could-be-this-fancy" glass, he started walking in her direction and oh man Dick Grayson is coming in this direction better think fast. Had he been caught already?
"Hi! Do you mind if we hide over here by you and pretend to all be engaged in absolutely scintillating conversation?"
A grin formed in Dar's face as he realized being caught wasn't the case, and he was being asked to do the very thing he does best.
"Of course I came! I wouldn't miss this for the world. It's been a while, how have you been?"
He exclaimed loudly and happily as he gave the boy a firm handshake. Technically, he could try and make the rich nerd look bad, but he could also relate to the feeling of wanting to get away from adult responsibility. Besides, he had been requested to lie. He wouldn't let that chance pass. Before they even got a chance to introduce themselves, he turned to Kimber, taking her hand and kissing it like the most gentlemanly movie characters he knew.
"And you, Kim... you look lovely, as always."
Dar wasn't one to believe that everything happens for a reason, but that Kimmy-cub decided to stick with Robin certainly brought him benefits now. There was a sort of poetic justice to it, he figured. Now that he proved to everyone that he already knew them, the two introduced themselves. The undercover thief had to conjure up all of his self-control not to laugh upon hearing "all my friends call me Dick", but he somehow managed to go only with a polite smile. At the same time, something told Dar the girl was also from his school, but... well, he didn't really pay too much attention to school, so it's natural he wouldn't know. But the name, and the person, were familiar.
"Dick and Kimber, right... I hope you didn't mind me calling you Kim back there. I'm Jean-Paul Lupin, it's a pleasure to meet you both."
He smiled again, taking another sip of his glass. Oh man, there he was, mingling with high society. Lies and deceit were truly wonderful things.
As she approached, Ellie made a quick and subconscious note of two things in particular. The first, rather obvious though it was, was that it appeared as though the younger audience had made the conscious effort to move away from their adult counterparts. Perfect! All things considered, the black sheep of the Cullington family had all but had her fill of meeting people whom she’d probably end up having to blackmail or steal data from later on. Even she had a conscience, after all, and right now that conscience was telling her to go and bother people her own age instead for a change.
The second, more intriguing note was that, among the three teens she approached, one of them was not quite like the other. One of them was not the same. And had Ellie not been every bit the nosy brat young detective that she was, she may have just ignored her gut feeling and let it go, but… What the heck, stirring up hornet’s nests was what she lived for. Those things close in mind, she made her approach, a swagger in her step and a grin on her face.
“Is this where the cool kids are hanging out now, or just the ones from Kingston?” Ellie innocuously asked as she slowed to a stop among the others, waving greetings to Dick and his posse. “Kimmy Cub, Dick, and Jean Claude Van Damme Jr., right?” She teased, having very clearly overheard ‘Jean’s’ name on the way over. “I mean it’s alright, yeah? I just figured the Dickster would have a bigger flock by now, is all. Or is that loner thing for after-school activities too?” This was quite exciting. Ellie never really had much of a reason to go up to and talk to Richard Greyson prior to this moment; Aside from being Mr. Wayne’s boy, he kept a pretty low profile in school. The newspaper team didn’t really see a reason to approach him.
Ellie, on the other hand, had very strong gut feelings about people. Lots of people. She couldn’t prove any of them, nor did she fully understand the implications of those gut feelings, but she was certain there was more to him than met the eye; ‘Kimmy Cub’ as well, honestly. To that end, she pulled out her smartphone with glee and opened its camera app. “Say cheese?” She ‘warned’ before unceremoniously took about three quick pics of the boy’s face. “Or don’t, whatevs.” She continued, saving the pictures for a later task. “So! What’s up, folks? Can’t imagine we’re all here because we want to be; Dick with Mr. Wayne, Kimmy Cub with the dapper gent over there—Who’s friend is totes right by the way, you two look adorable together—“ The teasing continued, Ellie’s goal to enjoy any possible squirming she could get out of any of them, “—And Jean Claud here with… Um, who’d you come in with, Jean?” Ellie innocently asked, prying a bit too hard, as was her norm. She wasn’t a perfect little girl like others may have had the decency to pretend to be; She had many faults, one of which being how darn nosy she was. She couldn’t help it, really.
He stayed to listen to Mr.Long talk about his arranged marriage to his late wife in China. It was only an excuse to observe his target; looking for any signs that, like him, the man not might be all that he appeared to be. At Bruce's remark, he simply snorted. Culturally incorrect as the answer was, he wasn't being literal. Now then, back to--
"Slade old man!" A jovial gentleman called, and Mr.Wilson excused himself to meet with his friend. "I thought you were a goner!"
"Not yet," he gruffed, and the two went to chat in the corner over drinks.
ooc: I think that's it for Slade now, let me know when to bring in our other villian~
He shot Kimber a single nod, her secret safe with him, before his face lit into a genuine grin as their new friend loudly pulled them off the hook and validated their alibi for bailing. The last of the flying Grayson's shoulders slumped with relief as he shook Dar's hand, matching the volume as he replied. "Good, thank you." He couldn't help but smirk at the flashy hand-kissing through, his blue eyes twinkling mirth as he glanced at Kimber and debated if they'd been acquaintances long enough he could tease her yet. He decided not.
Dick nodded in greeting with Jean-Paul, agreeing that it was great to meet him, and then touched his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he considered how he was enjoying the party. "About as well as can be expected," Dick replied with a birdlike shrug of his bony shoulders. He jumped when he heard a voice behind them. At first he thought they'd been found out, but when he turned to see another teenager he heaved a small sigh of relief and shot the Cullington girl a shy smile. "Hi, um, Ellie?" he greeted. He had the slimy feeling that she'd only gotten his name right because it was hard to make it a more degrading joke.
Though, he didn't know her well enough to say for sure. He'd run into her family a number of times at functions like this, but Dick had always tended to stay behind Bruce until he'd gone off to boarding school in Jump City. Now he actively avoided Bruce, but it was something only those allowed inside the functions would have noticed, thankfully keeping it out of paparazzi hands. When she asked about him being a lone wolf he shook his head and averted his gaze. "I'm not popular," the boy bit out, "Bruce is." This didn't bother him, really, but the way his nose wrinkled when he talked about his guardian made it seem like it.
"Slade!" the name caught Dick's attention surer than yelling FIRE in a crowd could have. The boy's blue eyes widened in surprise and he turned his attention towards the jovial man who'd first called out the name. None other than Mr. Wilson was the one being called out, moving to join the man, and the Boy Wonder's brain instantly flared into overdrive as he considered the possibilities. Mr. Wilson was Slade? They both had one eye covered up, maybe if he wasn't slouching Mr. Wilson would be about the right height, but then that would mean-
Dick, who looked very much like he'd just seen a ghost, turned his wide terrified gaze back to his "group of friends" only to have his expression immortalized on Ellie's camera. The second photo he just looked startled. The third like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. His cheeks flamed with awkward embarrassment and the redness creeped up his face at the girl's comment that he and Kimber looked adorable. The teen drew back slightly, tilting his head away from the rest of the kids he was hanging out with and stammering something nonsensical until the focus went off of him. Dick's thin shoulders slumped with relief when Ellie decided to interrogate Jean-Paul instead.
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