"Will you marry me?"

Shocked, I pulled my hand away and gave him a mortified look.

"I don't even know you!" I yelled, blushing redder then a strawberry.

He got up to his feet and shrugged. He reached for my cheek but I ducked away.

"But its first at love sight!" He exclaimed, not at all discouraged by me moving away from him.

"Dude, I don't even know your name," I said.

His smile faded for a second but was back again just as quick.

"I'm Dick Grayson, beloved son of Bruce Wayne!" He said.

"Bruce Wayne, the billionaire?" I questioned unsure. He nodded excitedly.

"Right..." I turned around and started fast walking away. Obviously, this guy was high or drunk or something.

Suddenly someone jumped on my back, and I stumbled before gaining my balance.

"Baby, don't leave me!" He cried out. I smiled slightly.

A few people around us turned to watch, but I ignored to watch them.

"Ok, I won't go but only if you get your fat ass off of me!" I yelled. My feet were hurting already. He got off and when I turned around he was pouting. A good look for him.

"I'm not fat," he whined. He reached for his shirt and started to lift it up.

"Wait, you don't—"

My cheeks burned as my gaze landed on his taunt muscles. He was freaking ripped. He had a v line! Holy crap, that's like an 8-pack!

Forgive me father, for I have fucking sinned.

People stopped to look and oohed in appreciation at his muscles.

I stepped forward and tugged his shirt down, then I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the growing crowd. He followed me, being awfully quiet. I pulled him into one of those picture taking machines, and then sat down with a sigh. He stood over me, his head ducked so he didn't touch the ceiling.

"Sit down."

He sat down and instantly wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I stiffened, but relaxed as he smiled at me.

"So, what's your name?" He asked.

"(Y/n) (l/n), beloved daughter of (d/n) (d/l/n)."

"Oh, I think I know him."

I nudged his side, laughing.

"If you are really the son of Bruce Wayne, you definitely don't know my dad," I said chuckling.

It was quiet for a moment, with him just tracing over my features with his eyes. I tried to ignore him. I looked to the screen, and got an idea to stop him from making me blush any more. I brought out some money and slipped it into the machine. I clicked 20 pictures, then waited.

Dick continued to stare at me.

"Stop staring at me and pose for a picture!" I said, my voice rising a bit. He chuckled and brought me closer to him while pushing his cheek on mine. I smiled weakly as the camera flashed.

"Woo! That was fun!" He said, a grin gracing his hands on features.

"Let's do a funny one now!"

So we did. And about 15 more funny ones.

We laughed as the camera clicked once more, capturing us both laughing hardily. Suddenly, something soft and warm was pressed against my cheek. He was kissing my cheek. The camera flashed. He pulled away

I smacked him while touching my cheek.

"Don't do that," I hissed, not really meaning it.

"Well, why not?" He leaned in, and I tried to push him away, but he was strong.

My back was against the wall, his arms around my head. All I could see was him. Flash.

"Because, because I hardly know you!" I stuttered.

"Would you like to get to know me?" He said. Oh shit, what is that supposed to mean?

"Umm..." My ears were burning as his lips got closer to mine. I couldn't move, I was stuck there, full of him. He was the only thing on my mind.

He kissed me softly, and his hands slid down to my waist. I kissed back, totally in the moment.

Flash.

The noise brought me back to reality, and I harshly pushed him away, breathing heavily.

"Imbecile! You can't just kiss someone you just met!"

His breath remained in my mouth. I could smell the alcohol. So he was drunk. My heart sank as I realized that he probably didn't mean any of this. Jeez, I've only know him for 10 minutes and I've already made out with him.

"And you're drunk," I sighed out. He looked heartbroken. I gave him a small smile.

Flash.

I pulled him in for a hug, closing my eyes. He hugged back just as hard.

"I may be drunk, but you're not." He said. I laughed. Drunks crack me up.

We pulled away.

"Did you say imbecile?" He questioned. I tilted my head.

"Yeah, why?"

He looked like he just realized something. Suddenly he leaped up, and smashed his head against the ceiling.

"Ow!" He yelled and came back down.

"Ouch, are you alright?"

He nodded.

"I have brothers! And I think they're looking for me!" He exclaimed. Suddenly we heard someone yelling a bit ways from the photo machine. He looked at me.

Flash.

"Well, uh, you can stay until they get here, right?" I said, kinda desperate. Fuck me in the asshole, I can't have feelings for him already!

"Of course, gorgeous!" He calmed down, seemingly forgetting all about his brothers.

"Let's do one more funny picture!" He said. I smiled and nodded.

5, 4, 3, 2...

I turned from my funny pose and smashed my lips against his. He didn't get the chance to kiss back before the camera flashed, and I pulled away.

I snatched the pictures from the little hole and held them up so we could both see them. We admired them.

I grabbed a pen from my purse/pocket and wrote on the back of one.

"Grayson! Stop hiding from us and get over here!" A boy yelled from outside the machine. I folded the pictures and stuffed them inside Dick's pocket.

"Dick Grayson if you don't get out here right—" the voice was cut off as Dick jumped out of the machine. I was forgotten. Well, it's not like that hasn't happened before.

I heard exclamations of excitement from outside and smiled. Maybe he will remember me.

Wait, what if he has a girlfriend?

Fuck!

Dick's POV few days later.

I was walking to my room, exhausted after the long day. Suddenly, I heard a-

"Master Richard!"

I spun around and smiled at Alfred. He walked up to me.

"While I was washing your clothes, I find something rather... odd in the pocket of your pants."

He handed me some pictures, but I didn't look at them right away.

"Thanks, Alfred. I'll see you tomorrow," I said and yawned. He nodded his head and we parted ways.

While I was walking to my room, I unfolded the pictures and was surprised to see myself. Myself and a gorgeous girl. We were sitting in one those picture machine things.

The first few pictures were awkward, with her blushing madly and me being weirdly close to her. The next 15 or so we're just of us making funny faces. Suddenly, we were kissing, or more like me pressing myself on to her.

I was shocked and quickly moved on to the next one. The next one the girl looked utterly heartbroken, while I looked confused. The next couple were of me being all excited while she looked sad. The last one was of her kissing me.

My hands were on top of my hand, like a reindeer. My eyes were crossed. I was still making a funny pose, but she had her hands on my cheeks, kissing me.

I felt utterly confused. I don't remember any of this. But I really wish I did, because that girl is really pretty. I flipped the pictures around, hoping that maybe she wrote something on the back.

To my luck, she did.

Yes, I'll marry you. (-:
-(y/n) (l/n)

I stopped in front of my door, my ears burning. I asked her to marry me?! I slipped inside my room.

I have to find this girl.

Ayy I got my first request. I promise I'll get it done before school starts back up for me. (So like a week.)

Anyways, happy Christmas Eve!

Got poptarts! ^

Zatanna BURNED ^

Booty booty booty booty booty booty

I got under the red hood graphic novel and it was really good. But Jason is still one of my least favorite bat fam character.

Comics to get me for Christmas 💜

•Deadpool, Vol. 6: I rule, you suck.
•Deadpool, Vol. 4: Monkey Business
•Deadpool, Vol. 1: Secret Invasion
Deadpool, Vol. 8: Operation Annihilation
•Deadpool, Vol. 11: dead
•Deadpool: suicide kings
•Deadpool, Vol. 10: evil deadpool
•Deadpool, Vol. 5: what happened in Vegas
•Flashpoint #1
•Before Watchmen: Rorschach #1
•Deadpool, Vol. 3: X marks the spot
•Deadpool, Vol. 2: dark reign

Can ya handle that?

Your favorite author - episode 25