Broken Promises ~ Red Hood fanfiction.

A little catch up- chapter ten

The look in his eyes resembled a sign of relief, smiling warmly, they both took off down the street.

As they entered, the strong smell of caffeine struck her nostrils and warmth enveloped her. Anna and Dick both sat down at the far end table. Dick ordered an espresso while Anna got a black coffee.

''There a reason why you invited me to coffee? besides our similar activities today?'' She asked.

Leaning back, Dick shrugged. "Just felt like it, I realised we have never really gone for coffee. Ever.'' The waitress placed down their drinks, nodding before leaving.

Taking her cup in her hand, she raised it to her lips, feeling the steam heat her face. "That's very true, Dick Grayson.'' They both took their gulps of the liquefied coffee bean, while Anna glanced upwards. "Or should I call you... Ducky...'' her eyebrow raised suggestively.

Placing his cup down, he lifted his head; an embarrassed smile forming on his face.
''I... thought you would forget that nickname.'' He mumbled.

''Oh Grayson, how could I ever forget that name.'' Smiling into her coffee mischievously. A glint in her eye. "Ducky, because you wouldn't stop quacking.''

''Oh god.'' He moaned into his hands, while Anna laughed, taking another sip from her scolding hot beverage.

''That was one of the best nicknames I ever created, I must say I am still proud." She chuckled. Anna wondered why she was actually smiling.

She knew why, but it was strange. How it came naturally.

Dick finished off his drink, his eyes bright as he leaned on the table. "Come on Anna, I seem to remember you having a little nickname...''

Glancing away, she took an innocent gulp of her drink. "I don't know what you are going on about...''

Dick broadly smiled. "Now, I'm sure there was one...'' He place a finger to his lips, mockingly thinking.

Anna didn't know why, but his smile made her whole body just feel lifted. A bubble, in her chest. "I don't thin-''

"Anna-banana." He cut her off. Taking an intake of air, Anna scowled at him.

''No-"

''Oh, Anna-banana. I distinctly remember because you hate Banana's...'' He drawled out, looking off in the distance; mocking her.

''Banana's are full of weird stringy bits and it's just disgusting, who in their right mind would want to eat them?'' She scoffed, sipping her coffee.

''Banana's are full of potassium, don't hate on them.'' Dick laughed, also taking a sip.

She looked down at her cup. "You're just weird."

"Me? What about you? I seemed to remember that you once stuck your two toes together with super glue."

"Hey! I didn't do that on purpose!"

"I don't even know how you could have done that anyway!"

Anna eventually finished her coffee, Dick insisting that he paid as she rolled her eyes.

"I could have paid." Anna said as they strolled down the street.

"Well, tough cookies. Can't I be a gentleman?" He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Please, the moment you're a gentleman is the moment my balls drop and my beard starts to show." She pointed a look, earning a chuckle from him.

He smiled down at her. Dick... he was just so, familiar, homely. She didn't think that she has had a proper conversation for years. It was sad when she thought about it. That she hadn't laughed with someone. Hadn't laughed.

''This has actually been enjoyable, thanks Dick.'' Anna blushed, avoiding his gaze. He went in for a hug; wrapping his arms tightly around her. It was so warm, so... lovely. Quick as it may be. But she didn't pull away.

"Do you need a ride anywhere?" He asked.

"I'm good, I've got a bike that I can shove my junk into." Anna began to walk away, grasping her bag and shoving one of her free hands into her jacket pocket. "It was nice to feel normal for a while, I guess, don't be a hero you loser." She briefly nodded.

***

Dick watched her walk away, a glimmer in his smile as he also started to head back for his ride.

''Master Dick, you have been absent for a while.'' Alfred greeted him at the door, helping him take off his coat.

''Sorry Al... I actually ran into Anna...'' Dick began. Alfred froze for a moment then continued to take his coat.

''Is she quite alright?'' He asked, turning back to Dick.

''Actually yeah, we went for coffee... Alfred, I think that Anna can be rehabilitated, she laughed and we joked... she was so calm.'' Running his hand through his hair, he sighed.
''I really want her to... go back to who she was... Maybe... Maybe if she was brought back here, to the Manor, then maybe we could persuade her to help us... to do something better than what she is...''

Alfred gazed at the boy wonder, and placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder.
''That is a marvellous idea Master Dick. However you might want to consult Master Bruce and see whether this plan is truly possible, if what you are implying is true.''

Nodding, Dick took off to the Batcave, in search of Bruce, his heart full of hope and an optimistic attitude towards the future.