@knightedson and I planned this!
God, this is so uncomfortable!
Ann sighed to herself as she tugged at the bottom hem of the dress she was wearing for what felt like the umpteenth time. She’d never wear anything as short or as tight as the white number that Catherine had shoved into her hands the night before, but there she was… feeling ridiculous because she just had to keep her word. The older blond had told her that she’d set her up on a date with a ‘real man so you’ll stop bitching about boys’ before making her swear that she’d ‘dress right’. The Lovers was fairly sure that the cropped denim jacket she’d put on over it wouldn’t have met with Catherine’s approval, but she didn’t care. There was no way in Hell that she’d be showing that much cleavage–
Oh, I think that’s him!
Ann had all of five seconds to make sure her hair was in place before she flashed a nervous smile at the dark-haired guy that approached. Clearing her throat faintly, the Lovers did her best to not look like she was an inexperienced wreck when she waved–making a point of using English.
“Hi, ah– you’re Dick, right?”
Dates weren’t exactly his thing. With his track record ( he’ll try his best and not mentally regard it as a body count ), one would expect that he’s a pro. He never thought that, of all people, Catherine would be the one to set him up. That’s what spending those nights with that beautiful woman led to, huh? One of his first dates.
Dick could’ve sworn his heart rested at the base of his throat.
Just seeing her was enough to illicit that reaction. What caught his attention more; the flowing blonde twin-tails, or those huge beautiful crystalline hues that threatened to engulf his own? There was already a gap between them----- between who was obviously more prepared.
Thank God for that dress, too. Did she get pointers from the sultry succubus?
“Ann, right?
Uh, yeah. I’m Dick Grayson.
Catherine hasn’t said too much about me, has she?”
