. (spacecowboys) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-02 15:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, dick grayson, selina kyle |
Drinks: Selina/Dick
[The bar was nice by Gotham standards. Dark, pool balls clinking in the background and sticky wood on the counters, but not a mob boss in sight. That was practically five-star for Gotham. Well, unless you hit the Heights, and Selina refused to be that much of a hypocrite. No, she wouldn't be putting any money in those pockets. Did it matter that she wasn't the one paying? No, not really. Dickie could spend the Wayne fortune however he wanted on his time. But with her? Mom and pop behind the counter would be getting a very nice tip at the end of the evening.
No cat ears, no slinky black. A thin red coat to keep out the Gotham night, cinched at the waist. Jeans and heels, and the bruises from her weeks in hell were gone. Only thinness remained, hardly noticeable with the distraction of very red lips.]
Buy a girl a martini, Mr. Grayson?