Haly's Legacy

“I’ve no intention of double crossing you, Nyssa,” he said holding his hands up. “I’m here purely to check-in.”

As he mentioned his bias her smile turned flirty, but it was quickly replaced with a small one as he mentioned coming for her. “It’s been a long time since I’ve ben at the top of someone’s priority list. What I like about you Bats you know how to make a lady feel special.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Even if you are being well behave tonight and keeping your hands to yourself.” Part invitation, part observation. He was right though, they never could go more than five minutes without flirting.

“Wing you and I are all kinds of trouble, Especially with these looks of ours.” The good kind, the bad kind and everything in between. It was just a matter of whether it was them looking for it or it finding them.

Keeping himself in check around Laurel was an absolute must on the job. Not that ever stopped him before. Tonight may not have been a good night for it. There had been times in the past, when they were both putting themselves through college. That things were different. He had tried to shake the Robin gig and found himself in a strip club, where she was dancing. He could recall having a crush on her for as long as he could remember. From then on there wasn’t a single night that he didn’t walk her home. More often then not ending up in bed together.

He smiled at the kiss on the cheek. He embraced her, without a second thought. Breaking his mindset. His hands cupping her ass. Wishing he could feel the leather against his fingertips He lowered his head to her neck, sucking and kissing, without a second thought. If it came down to it. He could get them both out of the alley, clothes or no. Being an acrobat did have it perks after all.

“Thank you.”

The teacher shyly took a step back, nearly bumping into the counter behind her, and then brushed her hair away from her face. It had been so long since she had a date with a man that she’d forgotten how to take a compliment. Not that she’d ever been good at it. It just wasn’t her. As he spoke, she took the opportunity to pull out the food and place them in the dining table. She’d set up the table beforehand so all she had to do was place the containers with a spoon/fork by their side so they could each serve their own portions. 

Once she was done, she shook her head in response and headed to the sink to wash her hands. “Nope, no detentions tonight.” That was a first; she always had to assign detention or send at least one student the office. Teenage rebellion assured that. “I had a good day today. They did chatter a bit about you, you know, but it was manageable. Once we reached the point where everyone could tell their conspiracy theories, it all went uphill.”  

“That’s one thing teachers forget. Getting input from student, as ridiculous as they can be, is infinitely better than just having them stare at you. It gets them thinking and interacting with each other.” Rowan picked up one of the beers he brought and looked it over with an amused look on her features. Oh he was going to have to stay the night if he drank too much. There wasn’t a way in hell she’d let him drive home even the slightest bit tipsy.

He followed suit with her grabbing a beer and a box of food. A part of himself couldn’t help but admire her beauty. It was such a stubborn thing to be focused on considering.

“Glad to hear it,” he said smiling. He followed in step with her. It wasn’t often that he took nights off from his other job. Wasn’t often that he spent nights with others these days at all.

“You at least get feedback occasionally. I get attacked, thrown around or have to pull a gun on guys every now and again.” He shook his head. “My career choice may look good from the outside but you haven’t seen the bruises that all over my body.”

With a somersault, he lands behind her before straightening up. “Depends on what type of play you’re looking for,” he said. “I’ve heard about your other exploits lately. I’m just hesitate to trust you considering your superior.”

It maybe was the best title for the Joker. “You know Quinn, I know there’s a lot of good in you there. You wouldn’t have become a Doctor if you didn’t believe in. We may not see eye-to-eye but if you ever need a little help. I can offer you a hand.”

Her date was a little earlier than expected. She had just finished curling her hair into a cascade of red ringlets when she heard a knock on her door, the sign that he had arrived. Immediately she jumped from her vanity and headed to the door, which she opened with a bright smile. 

Oh. 

He looked so handsome, so much so that she couldn’t help but laugh as she took the rose from his hand. “You didn’t have to,” was the first thing she managed so say. “But thank you. Thank you so much for this. And thank you so much for being early too. I’d rather you be early than late.” A blush spread through her cheeks that contrasted perfectly with the white sundress she wore but she quickly hid it by wrapping an arm around him. It was just a simple hug, one that still somehow managed to show her appreciation. 

“Come on in,” with that said, she stepped aside and allowed him to walk in before she closed the door behind them. Then she motioned for him to follow her to the kitchen where they would set down their meal and catch up on what had happened in the hours they had spent apart. 

The small hug was nothing compared to the beauty of her presence. If he thought she looked stunning before. It was nothing compared to now. “You look...amazing,” he said smiling wider, putting their food and drinks down onto the kitchen counter.

He hadn’t really thought much of the presentations. Not after they parted ways. He fell into standard routine. All the while his mind kept drifting back to her. “As well as they could. Couldn’t keep you off my mind...”

“I don’t need a ride home,” she answered courteously, a statement accompanied by a small smile. “But I do appreciate the offer. Thank you.” If anyone should be offering the other a ride, it’d honestly would have to be her. Drivers in this city was reckless, for a lack of a better word. However, she didn’t do so because she had a feeling he loved his motorcycle more than he did cars. There was just a tiny glitter in his eye when he spoke of it. 

“Chinese would be great.” She mirror his movements but instead of grabbing a bag, she headed towards the counter to pick up her binder. There was a salad back in her classroom waiting for her so as soon as he left, she was going to feast on it. And then giddily smile at this date with him. “We could pick up some beers but I don’t know how I’d feel about you driving home slightly intoxicated. We can talk about that later.” 

Through a series of texts, he collected their Chinese order and arrived at her house with the bag in tow. He parked his motorcycle on an adjacent curb. Not even thinking about his typical nightly duties. For once, he was just going to take the night off and enjoy himself.

He knocked her door and waited patiently. He brought some beer with the Chinese food, stashed in another bag all by itself. He drank a little himself but not to any extreme. After all, he had to keep his body in peak condition. He didn’t know what to expect of their date. He was just happy to be back in her company again.

“Hey teach, I have to apologize for being early,” he said with a smirk. “Didn’t want detention.” He smiled proudly. Probably a bit too proudly for his own good. “I’ve got all the goods as requested. Hope you don’t mind if I brought you something special.”

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