Good Day | Dick Grayson

4. Have a Good Evening, Dick

I chuckled lightly.

"Real funny," Jason said flatly.

"By the way, Rome, thank you for coming," Dick said. "It's great to see you again."

"Thank you for the invite. It's a pleasure to be here," I replied, smiling.

"It's all Rachel," Dick opened his palms.

I nodded a smile. Dick smiled back.

Oh, wait. I never really thought this man was that attractive until now. His eyes blasted a shine that I never noticed was there when he smiled.

"I shouldn't be here," Jason said, making me realize that I had been stuck staring at Dick.

Pushing my glasses up, I looked away to the birthday girl.

This... this's awkward. Did anybody else see that? Hopefully not.

By the end of the party, I finally had the chance to meet the birthday girl in person. At the moment, most of the children and parents had left already. Only some were left with Rachel's family.

As to this second, I had been having quite the amount of ice cream, just like every body else. Also too much espresso, apparently, because all I had was affogato. Well, it could be considered okay since now I could be as excited as Rachel.

However, at the same time, I felt kind of lost. I didn't belong with these people. Especially not seeing what happened a while ago. I even almost didn't come, but, I promised the girl to be here.

"Miss Holmes!" Rachel cheered.

"Hello, Rachel," I smiled. "Happy birthday, sweetie."

"Thank you," Rachel sheepishly grinned.

"You look beautiful today. Did you make your own costume?" I asked.

"I did," Rachel proudly said. "Dad helped a little."

"A little," I nodded.

"A little," Rachel made sure.

"What about your hair? I really like it," I continued.

"Aunt Cass did it. She's really good," Rachel said.

"I'm pretty sure she is. You're so pretty," I chuckled.

Rachel chuckled.

"You're seven now," I sighed. "What does it feel to be a big girl?"

"I feel... powerful!" Rachel posed with her hands as fists in front of her chest.

"Oh, yeah, I can see that," I proudly nodded.

"Just like the mermaid," Rachel reminded.

"That's true," I agreed.

One of the mermaids on the books we read that one time, she meant.

"I'm not going to challenge you for an armwrestle. I will lose," I said.

"I know," Rachel waved a hand dramatically.

I chuckled.

A man approached us. Rachel's own father again, Dick Grayson.

"Alright, so, are you still sure that Romania and Miss Holmes are two different people, Rachel?" Dick teased.

"They are," Rachel insisted, looking at me.

Slowly, I took off my glasses and shrugged. I heard Rachel gasping.

"They're not?" Rachel asked.