Dick Grayson all dressed up
His sister stood beside his adoptive father, who was introducing her and making small talk with all the guests. His own eyes traveled back to his sister's friend, the one his earlier thoughts had captured. She was laughing at something one of his brothers had said, a fiesty glint in her eye and a smirk on her face. He watched the hand on her waist slip further down and decided it was time to step in. He walked over and bowed from the waist, hand outstretched to her.
“Do me the honors of having this dance?”
Her smile was warm and genuine but he saw the flash of surprise and sorrow in her eyes. She gently took his hand, probably out of desperation to get away.
“Of course, Mr. Grayson. Excuse me, Jason.”
He swept her off before Jason could reply and looked at the girl in his arms.
“My deepest apologies for Jason. He's not good with women.”
“On the contrary. He is very good just not in public affairs.”
“..have you..?”
She laughed.
“No but his reputation proceeds him.”
“This is true. And what might your name be?”
“My name is Rebecca Stevens.”
“Rebecca.” He tested the name on his tongue and liked the sound. “It suits you.”
She smiles and her eyes fell to the white dress she wore. He tilted his head slightly at her.
“My apologies, Mr. Grayson. I'm just remembering.”
“It's alright. And I'd prefer if u called me Dick of at least Richard.”
She smiled again and gave a slight nod of her raven head.
“Tell me something, Rebecca. Have we ever met before?”
“I believe not.”
“Are u sure? u seem familiar.”
“A great many things seem familiar.”
“This is true. u have a good head on your shoulders.”
“Thank you.”
“Should I expect to see u at meer of these events?”
“I believe not.”
“Why not? I would like u to come.”
“Things can not be as we wish, Richard.”
“..please say you'll come. This is one of the best nights of my life.”
“I can make no such promises.”
“Then I should make sure to get your number. Then you'll have no choice but to agree.”
Becca's dress
Devin's dress
This charrie goes door the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, of his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization door tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing meer Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to writing them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to writing them, so, patience.
Wonderland...
