Shrugging a little sheepishly, Darcy smiled apologetically. "The nanny never showed up to start work on Wednesday and with all the crazy going on, I just assumed he'd been sent back and I'm out a sitter again..." she sighed. "They're pretty well behaved. ...mostly," she said, looking down at Clark and giving his tiny hand a little squeeze. "Right?" she asked suggestively.
Clark smirked up at Dick. "He not Superman," he muttered, wrinkling his nose.
"Or Kon," Conner added before shrinking against his mother, as though surprised at the fact that he'd even spoken at all.
"No, he's not. He can still come to the mall with us," she told them and looked back at Dick, blushing. "Clark and Kon used to mostly take us out when we needed to go and things were crazy. I think they're just kinda still attached; they'll get used to you after a couple more times and then they won't be so rude," she apologized.
As he thanked her for taking him shopping Darcy smiled back at him. He looked adorable just then. He reminded her a little of the way Dex had been when they'd first gotten together, before he'd gotten used to her outgoing personality and adjusted to match it. "It's totally fun for me, don't even mention it," she said, waving it off casually. "You'll be so easy to shop for; you've got, like, the perfect body type. You're what, like...thirty-two waist? It's cake finding sizes in that vicinity."
At that, she let go of Conner's hand long enough to wave a passing cab over and then went back to closing her hand around the little boy's. "What kind of things do you like to wear, anyway?" she asked, arching her eyebrows with curiosity. Darcy didn't want to style him in things that he would hate; she learned from Marcus that that was a lost cause. But, she also did kind of want to have her influence on it. Yeah, it was a little territorial.
"You look good."
"I know. Clearly gonna be one of those girls who only carries in my belly. ...I bought him that shirt."
"Darcy, I'm really sorry..."
"You're sorry you slept with my fiance."
"No, I'm sorry I hurt you."
"...you know, you always were jealous of me."
Clearing her throat, Darcy shook her head just slightly, pushing away the memory of the last time she'd felt territorial about a man's clothes. She wasn't that girl anymore. She was someone completely different. She'd long since forgiven Rachel and Dexter for their indiscretion and the humiliation she'd felt. She and Rachel weren't friends, but they were civil.
But this was Dick and not Dexter. It was a wardrobe, not one shirt some other woman was dry-cleaning; and he was a friend, not a fiance. Maybe it didn't actually matter what she wanted or what she thought would look good on Dick's athletic-type body. She was the money and a support system, today; that would do, right? He was a grown man. Surely, he could make decisions on his own and if he wanted her opinion, he would ask.