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and empty words are evil | jason todd

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note: hello there!I usually post a new chapter every Tuesday but I had my finals this week and it was impossible for me to finish the damn chapter on time. So, I'm sorry. If this happens again, I promise I'll say something on my Tumblr. Now with the chapter... There is a certain scene I'm very happy to finally post, though I'm not very happy about how I wrote the big final scene.Thank you all for your comments, hits and kudos, they have all made me so so so happy. Now, I want to ask... Is my writing okay? I find it a bit stiff or weird, though because it's not my native language I'm not sure if that's true or it's truly okay.What do you think about the new chapter? Did you like it? What do you think will happen next? Please, leave a comment down below if you can and see you on the next one!

Much love xx

CHAPTER FOUR

“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” – Pablo Neruda

Saturday had been ethic, to say the least. Grace had accompanied Lisa to Gotham City General Hospital after her friend had called her boss a thousand times and he hadn’t answered the phone. Her blonde friend could be fun and always ready for trouble, but she would always be the first one to lend a helping hand. The Hospital’s main entrance had been crowded with police guarding the doors and reporters crowding around.

Grace had waited outside while Lisa went inside through the employees’ door. Ten minutes later, and a headache from the shouts and yells from the paparazzi to the poor policemen doing their job, she had gotten a text from her friend telling her she was staying to help and will call her later.

The raven-haired had gone to a small bookshop, a hidden gem in the gothic-themed city, trying to calm her rage with a new book.

She had ended buying a beautiful vintage version of Wuthering Heights, despite having read it in her kindle many times, and sat all morning in a Parisian-themed café. She had finished it whole while sipping a cappuccino with the sirens of the police cars and ambulances as a background soundtrack.

That evening, after having a small meal due to her queasy stomach, she had pressed play to her 70s music playlist and cleaned her house from head to bottom until everything was spotless. After finishing, she had taken a relaxing bath and almost drowned when falling asleep in the bathtub. After that, Grace had chatted a bit with Lisa, who had seemed tired and without wanting to talk much about the hospitalized police officers or anything; then ate a small dinner, again due to her unsettled stomach, and finally, she had jumped to her big comfy bed.

She sighs, hugging one of her big pillows, turning around and still not comfortable.

Tomorrow…

The room is pitch dark, except the soft night light sneaking through the curtains that cover her ceiling to floor windows, and the raven-haired doesn’t hear any sounds, as usual, emitted by the busy city below her tower.

She will pay for what she has done.

She turns again, this time face down while hugging a bit her pillow, and places her head looking to the side.

Finally comfortable, Grace drifts off.

[ - - - ]

Grace feels on cloud nine.

Her bed has never felt as comfortable and warm as it does now, so she refuses to wake up. She wants to prolong this moment for as long as she can, to break such a rare moment of peace –where her anxiety is tamed and not as high as a skyscraper, or her hands aren’t feeling clammy despite rubbing them together nonstop–, would be like committing a sacrilege.

So, she keeps her eyes closed and her face furrowed on her warm pillow.

Her hand, resting on her flat stomach, starts moving –without her wanting to– and travels until touching something hard but warm.

She feels the steady beat of a heart through the palm of her hand.

Though, it isn’t her heart.

The raven-haired wants to go full alert, her mind screaming inside about the dangers of someone being near her while she is so vulnerable, but her body doesn’t follow orders.

She has never felt more at ease than she does now.

Don’t mistake her, Grace’s mind keeps screaming inside her, still trying to make her body answer but yet she remains in the same position.

Grace stays laying face down with her hand on someone’s hard chest.

She feels a strong big arm sneak under her neck, now acting as another pillow despite her head lying on one, and its hand starts combing through her hair, the movements slow and steady.

It feels so good, she almost moans out loud.

Her feet finally move a bit, swimming in the sea of silky and soft sheets, until they meet the touch of another pair. Her toes shyly touch the foreigner limbs for a few seconds, as if exploring and meeting someone new. Instinctively then, instead of jumping out of the bed as any sane person would, she interlocks their limbs together.

That gets her a reaction from the mysterious being.

A soft caress on her cheek, so soft and loving she wants to cry and beg for the touch to never stop, and so she answers tugging his feet closer towards her limbs.

“Love… ” the low male whisper is as soft as a feather and gives her goosebumps, “Love.”

She opens her eyes slowly, forgetting the warnings her mind keeps shouting inside her and discerns a pale chiseled jaw connected to a thick and strong-looking neck thanks to the night light sneaking through her curtains.

“Oh, there she is.” the mocking tone on the voice doesn’t hide how loving the sentence sounds, plump lips curling into the hottest and sweetest smile she has ever seen. “Hello, love.”

Her fingertips itch to touch him, to memorize those soft lips and strong jaw so later she can draw him until she runs out of paper, and it makes her feel so weird and stalkerish. Grace feels her cheeks redden and quickly looks down, accidentally moving and placing her head on the croak of his neck, hiding from him.

He chuckles softly.

“Oh, I see... we playing hide and seek?” his big hand combs through her locks, calmly untangling her dark tresses. Then, just as calm, he begins his countdown. “Ten…”

He is so warm and she feels truly safe and loved in his arms.

Her stare is directly on his abs, now realizing that her lover sports a ridiculously perfect six-pack which unintentionally makes her toes twitch. She can’t help herself and so her stare travels a bit lower.

“Five”

Grace bites her lip when seeing the dark happy trail below his belly button and follows it with her eyes, almost gasping out loud when seeing his V line. Her eyes go up, trying not to see what’s lower of that V line, and sees his broad chest. She can’t help but think, how it is much better sculpted than even Michelangelo’s David. Her hand, already placed on it from before, slowly travels towards the attractive jaw with her eyes following the movement.

She caresses his strong jaw, feeling the beginning of stubble growing, sighing loudly as she cups his cheek.

“One.”

He feels so soft and warm, perfectly fitting the palm of her hand as if it had been created just for her, and so she sighs again, totally entranced.

After six years of avoiding any physical touch or intimacy, Grace feels like she wants to kiss someone.

Her toes curl at the thought of losing herself in his arms, to devour those soft and plump lips of his until she is left breathless and her body completely flushed.

Grace closes her eyes and turns her face to the side, reverently kissing his palm once.

She hears him emit a low sound that makes her tummy and a place lower inside her throb until her toes curl again. It is a foreigner feeling, one she has never felt before, almost scaring her how her whole body is burning with want and need.

“Don’t leave me.”

She can’t help but beg.

He feels like how perfection probably feels like.

His arms feel strong and loving, and it has been a long time since Grace has felt as loved and protected as she does now, and he tugs her closer.

“Please…”

She opens her eyes, wanting to remember this moment; a tear falling and running through her cheek.

Her lover, propping himself up on an elbow while hugging her towards him, kisses the hand on his cheek. Then, his face comes closer until the tip of his nose rubs her own in an Eskimo kiss.

She can’t help herself and smiles lovingly at him, her arms encircling his neck and hugging him towards her.

“Be with me always. Take any form, drive me mad!” she lets out a small gasp, his quoting of Wuthering Heights making her thighs rub together. “Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you... ”

His left-hand cups her cheek, tenderly caressing it, and she tilts her head towards it.

“Oh, God. it is unutterable... ” he nips at her lower lip, then drags it towards him and lets it go with a soft kiss. His cheeks are tinted adorably red. “I can not live without my life, I can not live without my soul.”

She looks up, needing eye-contact and to discover if his eyes are as beautiful as she sees him is, when everything goes dark.

Grace wakes up, desperately looking beside her and patting the empty bedside beside her as if searching for him, then looks at the alarm on her nightstand.

It’s 05:55.

The raven-haired fans herself with her hand, tying her hair up despite the tresses sticking to her neck and face.

It felt so real.

Why did it feel so real?

She rubs her thighs together, sweat coating her forehead and feeling too hot despite the doors of her bedroom’s balcony being wide open. Grace gulps, her mouth feeling as dry as sandpaper, and she raises from her bed.

Immediately, she notices how wet her panties are.

“Oh god… ”

The raven-haired goes to the kitchen, opens the refrigerator and picks up a glass water bottle. She chugs it, drinking straight from the bottle instead of pouring it in a glass as she usually would, and smacks it against the marble aisle.

She puts her hands on her hips and almost jumps from how weird the contact feels, her body still feels clammy and too tender.

Grace decides a cold shower and a change of pajamas, underwear included, is in order.

The shower is as quick as lightning, probably similar to those that superhero Flash has, and she quickly picks up one of her brand new sketch pads and her pencil case on her way to her living room’s balcony.

She plops herself in the white armchair and draws him, all that she saw of him and touched with her fingers, drafting and drawing him throughout many pages of her sketchpad.

Ten pages just of his body.

His thick and strong neck.

His chiseled jaw.

His plump lips.

His sweet and perfect smile.

The only thing that makes her wake up from this sort of trance, after three hours of drawing him so she will remember him when her mind fails to, is her phone ringing annoyingly.

She picks it up.

“Bitch! I’ve been bombarding you with messages since an hour ago!” Lisa’s loud voice makes her furrow her brows. “You okay?”

Grace gulps and tries to smile.

“Yeah… yeah. ” she nods, which is stupid because Lisa can’t see her. “I was just drawing, you know how I get when I’m in my bubble… ”

“Oh, yeah. Well, why don’t we go to Pauli’s Diner for a good breakfast and to disconnect?”

Grace raises a brow.

“Aren’t you still at work?”

“Nah, the boss gave me Sunday off because I went to help yesterday.” She hears her friend sigh dramatically. “I offered my free Saturday to help and he said I could have today off. Weird, right? Since when is my boss a good person that cares about others? But fuck it, a good breakfast will do me some good.”

She laughs at her best friend’s ramble.

“Okay, see you in fifteen minutes on our spot!”

Grace stands up, her sketchpad and blanket dropping on the floor.

“Wait! I can’t… ”

But her friend already hung up.

“Lisa! ”

[ - - - ]

The first thing Grace does after coming back from her breakfast with Lisa is to take an Advil. Then, she proceeds to shut the curtains, and only when the room is completely pitch black, she lays down on the bed and falls into the arms of Morpheus.

She wakes up at four pm thanks to the mailman, her migraine gone almost completely.

Yesterday, on her way home from the Parisian-themed café, she had dialed her father and asked for the urgent delivery of antivenin doses.

After six years, he didn’t even question her.

“It will be at your house tomorrow, sweetheart. Please… whatever it is, be careful.”

It seems, despite her never explaining anything, her father somehow knew she leads a sort of dangerous life. Though thankfully, he hadn’t mentioned it to her mother or long ago, Grace would have been submitted to extensive interrogation by her mom.

She opens the package and scans its contents. Three antivenins doses in its syringes with a plastic cap protecting their thin needles.

“Tonight,” she mutters to herself while storing them away in a small pouch in the utility belt of her suit. She stares at the black suit and touches it, her body shaking with excitement. “Tonight”.

Then, Grace prepares a quick meal and eats it in her living room’s balcony while finishing an essay for one of her classes, with a fluffy blanket protecting her body against the cold October wind.

She thinks and overthinks about what to do with Quinn.

I should drag her and Ivy to the GCPD with a bow tied around them.

She slowly chews her garlic bread, then drinks a bit more of her fresh orange juice.

Or should I just kill them? From what I know, both have killed their fair innocent people before Friday and they are a danger to society.

Grace keeps pondering about it while brushing her teeth, then tying her hair up in a bun, and changing into her sports bra and yoga pants.

She would probably decide what to do while training in the gym.

Probably.

[ - - - ]

It is truly a pity that Toxic Acres’s newly built houses and its neighborhood will forever, or at least until further notice, remain unsuitable as a residence for civilians due to its close proximity to a toxic waste dump.

The neighborhood is actually beautiful, though it is a deadly beauty.

Grace thinks she is immune to the toxicity surrounding the neighbor. When she had visited Quinn’s home the night they met and the other many times, including her special delivery of explosives, she hadn’t felt sick at all or had any subsequent effects of poisoning due to toxicity.

Yet, she knows Poison Ivy is an expert in not only poisonous plants and toxins but also of entrancing people with her pheromones.

Therefore, she had injected one of the antivenins at home before putting her suit and gear on and teleporting to the neighborhood.

Better safe than sorry, right?

Now, in front of Quinn’s apartment door, Grace seriously considers knocking or ringing the bell. Her good manners and impeccable vocabulary are always present, even before killing or arresting someone.

My parents raised me to be a proper lady… And while I don’t know if I’m a lady, I am totally well-mannered.

She ends up deciding that today she will be a bit rude.

The raven-haired extends her left hand and Jedi-like slides her palm, the main door opening without resistance from any lock.

Grace high heeled boots clatter as she walks herself in uninvited.

Why do I feel so edgy?

She hears Bud and Lou immediately come running towards her, their hoot-laugh annoying her to no end, and so she decides to quickly put them to sleep. She snaps her fingers and hears the sound of them collapsing to the floor.

“Bud?! Lou?!” Harley sounds between worried and alarmed. She keeps walking through the hallway towards the big living room. “My babies!”

She reclines her body on the threshold of the room, smiling sweetly despite wanting to knock Harley’s teeth off.

“Grace?” Harley’s pale face is masked in confusion, her head adorably tilted. “What are ya’ doing here?”

Liar liar liar liar liar liar liar liar

Quinn is sitting on the sofa, curled up into Poison Ivy’s side, wearing a set of black and red pajamas with diamond and heart symbols printed all over it. Despite that, she is wearing matching makeup on and her hair is styled in two ponytails.

“Hello, Harley.”

She turns towards the redhead and almost steps back.

The pull that woman has is powerful and scary at the same time. Her aura and body are constantly emitting pheromones and toxins, and just in case Grace lets her power visibly curl around her to protect herself.

“Harl, is that your friend Grace?” Ivy’s seductive and airy voice asks Quinn.

Pamela Isley is painfully beautiful in a unique way. Long fiery-red hair falling in soft waves around her torso, tan skin glowing and plump green lips. She is wearing silk pale green pajamas and they look more sensual than comfortable or homey.

The couple coordinately stands up from the big red sofa, the unconscious hyenas scattered near it, and look to her as if expecting her to explain why did she break-in.

Duh.

“You must be Ivy.” she smiles to the redhead, nodding her head. “Pleasure to finally meet you.”

Through the corner of her eye, she sees vines and plants start curling around the walls and floor. Ivy sort of smiles, probably feeling between friendliness and suspicion due to the green bluish aura surrounding her –or the unconscious hyenas–, and nods to what she just said.

“Likewise. Harley has told me everything about you.” the couple is now five feet away from her, though the blonde is kneeling while trying to wake up her dear pets. “A friend of Harl is a friend of mine.”

She mockingly opens her mouth in surprise.

“A friend of Harley?” she feigns astonishment, even going as far as placing a hand atop her right breast. “Me?”

Harley looks up while still remaining in the same position.

“Of course, you’re my friend. Ya’ helped me! ”

She would have smiled at Harley’s sweet smile if she wasn’t as angry as she currently was.

“But friends don’t lie to each other, right Harley?”

The blonde tilts her head, then stands.

“What… whatcha mean?”

Ivy takes a step towards her, vines and plants falling from the ceiling and bursting from the floor, the living room starting to look more like a botanic garden than a homey place.

“The police, Harley.” she tilts her head, a maniac smile appearing on her face. “The police.”

Harley stands up while blinking quizzically, then it seems she finally gets it and smiles shamefaced, her mouth curling in a bashful smile.

“Oops.”

Grace clenches her fists and the ceiling blows up, vines and plants falling from the sky as if it was raining nature.

“My plants! How dare you!?”

Ivy’s scream doesn’t even faze her, the raven-haired too angry with the harlequin to even feel threatened or scared.

“10 people have died in total, Quinn! Ten! And two are in critical condition!” she yells and the sofa and tv explode. Quinn, just shrugs which makes her even angrier than before, “You promised!”

“Accidents happen, ya’ know?”

The blonde’s high pitched voice annoys her now more than ever.

“You little piece of shit… ” Grace takes a step forward and extends her hand, going for her usual neck chokehold. She doesn’t even register her own coarse vocabulary. “You are so dead.”

Harley floats up in the air but before flying towards her glowing hand, vines start encircling her legs and arms, binding her to the floor.

“Oh, I don’t think so.” the redhead raises her perfectly plucked brow and new vines emerge from the floor, slapping and trying to stab her. “It’s over for you, nature always wins.”

She swats them away with her power, the vines either catching on fire or completely burning out.

Poison Ivy screams, a sound so high and piercing that Grace feels like her eardrums will probably burst and she will end up deaf. Out of nowhere, Harley jumps high towards her, swinging her circus hammer –where the hell did she get, it is a mystery to her– and she extends her hand, seeing clearly the perfect opening to grab the blonde.

Bingo.

Harley’s neck is now on her hand.

“I specially asked you to not kill any of the GCPD while you helped Ivy escape or I would kill you with my bare hands.” A circle of power protects both of them from Ivy’s nonstop attacks, though Grace doesn’t pay her as much attention as she probably should. The ebony-haired raises the hand she isn’t using, bites her index finger and slides her leather black glove off. “I keep my promises.”

The circus hammer falls to the ground as Grace tightens her hold on the blonde’s neck with her gloveless hand.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” the harlequin is still smiling and talking despite her very strong grip. A sudden attack of many pointy and deadly looking vines makes Grace lose her balance a bit, but the defense circle repels it and even sets on fire a few of them. “This is just a misunderstanding… I thought you said civilians, not cops!”

“Cut the bullshit! I clearly said cops!” her grip tightens even more, by now any normal person would have already blacked out or even died from lack of oxygen. “Stop lying!”

“Drop her or you will end up being fertilizer for my dear plants!”

“Oh, shut it.” she makes a motion of shooing her away with her gloveless hand, but Ivy uses her vines as a shield. “You will be next, don’t worry!”

Ivy’s next attack almost shatters the defensive shield.

“Quinn, last words?”

The redheaded vines raise up in the sky, thicker and more pointy than ever, the moon shining through the thick and lush vines.

“Believe me, no one wants to hear them.”

The words are followed with loud sounds of shots being fired and the surprise makes her drop Harley. Quickly, Grace creates a new protecting circle around herself. After all, the other shield was close to being completely shattered.

That voice… Red Hood? Impossible!

She looks up while Harley runs towards where Ivy is.

It seems the ceiling hadn’t blown up completely before, for he is standing up on the floor of the apartment above them while shooting down towards Ivy and her vines –the later using her plants as a shield for Harley and herself–.

His aura burns so brightly and fiercely, it almost makes her fear that she will catch on fire and burn too.

“Red?”

He looks exactly like he did back then.

She is alarmed that she feels happy and elated that he didn’t die.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of you when I finish with these two.”

Grace huffs loudly at his audacity, despite her clearly being able to kill him with the snap of her fingers.

“Take care of me? Careful or I will throw a wall to your face.”

She hears his loud laugh, technologically modified by his helmet.

“We will see.”

Through the corner of her eye Grace registers Harley picking up her circus hammer and new pointy stems of plants rising from the ground.

“This is all very nice and shit, but she attacked me first!”

Harley yells while marching towards her.

“Because you killed those cops, you liar!”

Poison Ivy’s stem rise and thicken, their pointy ends shinning by the light from the moon, advancing towards her.

It seems Red Hood takes pity on her and he unleashes a curvy blade, jumping atop the thick stems and slashing them.

Focus on Harley.

She sends bolt after bolt of her powers to the blonde, but she keeps dogging them and approaching her. Grace quickly muses and decides that she needs to try something new, and so she concentrates her power on her hands and sends a blast.

“Nature always wins, Red Hood!”

It hits Harley directly on the chest and sends her flying towards the opposite wall.

She analyses her aura, its flames dull and calm, and so she realizes that the blonde is completely knocked out.

Grace turns towards Ivy and Red Hood, the later wrestling with a thick stem while dodging attack after attack from other stems. The raven-haired looks around, searching for something to tie up Harley until she remembers she always carries a few zip ties on one of the pouches in her utility belt.

She ties Harley’s hands behind her back and punches her in the face.

“That’s for lying, you clown.”

The maniac cackle of Ivy alarms her.

“That’s it, you are dead!”

She turns, alarmed by those words, and sees the exact moment when one of the many thick pointy stems cuts him on his left wrist. He had been wrestling and cutting plant after plant with his curved blade while Ivy relentlessly attacked him.

“Red?!”

Grace sends a concentrated and powerful blast towards Poison Ivy and it hits the redhead right on the face, knocking her to the nearest wall. The plants recede into the ground or curl away from the ceiling until the room no longer looks like a botanical garden and more like a messy and wrecked living room.

He turns around, his LED white eyes staring at her, wobbling while taking a step further.

“You… ”

He staggers again, his strong and heavy body swaying a bit, and groans while putting one of his gloved hands to his face.

Twenty bucks say that plant was poisonous.

“That crazy bitch… ”

She circles him and walks towards Ivy, kneeling on the ground and tying the redhead’s hands behind her back.

“There.”

Grace hears another groan and she looks over her shoulder.

“Don’t move, I will hand your ass to… the… police. ”

She tries not to laugh out loud at seeing him, so big and strong looking, wobbling like that while still trying to go up against her.

“Oh Red, you never fail to amuse… ”

“Stay there.”

He takes a step further and suddenly drops to the ground, the loud sound of his body hitting the floor matching with his loud groan.

She gasps, quickly rising and approaching him.

Grace kneels beside him, picking both his wrists to searching for the slash.

He grabs her wrist, his hold tight.

“What do you... think… you are doing?”

She searches through her pouches in her utility belt and takes one of the two remaining syringes out, dropping it in his chest. Then, she grabs the wrist where the slash is and rolls up his sleeve. His pale forearm is heavy and looks strong, her two arms probably make one of his, the veins bulging out quite a bit and she tries not to think how hot it is.

What can she say, she always had a thing for veiny hands and arms.

“What? No… no… no.”

He tries to break free from her hold but she tugs his arm so it stays in place.

“I’m saving your life, you dumbass. So be quiet and stay put.”

With her free hand, she quickly picks up the syringe and bites the cap off the needle. Then, she holds his wrist so tightly it cuts his circulation and when a blueish vein stands out notoriously, she injects the needle and plunges the antivenin in.

“It’s antivenin, you will feel better in a few minutes.” She extracts the needle, pressing her tumb where she injected it so it does leave a bruise. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything to disinfect the slash though.”

He grunts in answer.

“Oh, you big baby.” she mocks him, then laughs while shaking her head. “Are you carrying any Band-Aids?”

He grunts again which makes her laugh.

“Want me to kiss it better?”

Now, it's his turn to laugh –the sound while technologically modified still sounds throaty and low.

“Well, this was fun but I’m getting out of here.” She pats him in the chest and sees how the bat symbol lights up, ready to leat a bolt of energy out. Grace quickly directs her power to her hands right in time to the symbol letting out a potent electrical shock. “Nice try.”

She stands up while he sits down holding his head, snapping her fingers and making the used syringe and cap disappear.

“I don’t remember that happening last time… What, you got that thing because you didn’t like me touching you?” she feigns to be hurt, though inside she feels alarmed that she might have hurt him last time with her careless actions. “I’m hurt.”

You hate people touching you that way, but then go around throwing yourself in someone’s arms without asking for his consent? You big hypocrite.

“No.” the word sounds guttural, though he quickly clears his throat and stands up. “It had been malfunctioning for a few days, you were just lucky.”

She tilts her head when she sees him put a hand at the back of his neck.

Is he embarrassed?

Grace laughs while turning around, ready to walk away and get the hell out of this place.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?”

He grabs her left wrist and turns her around.

“Me? Home.”

He laughs as if he can’t believe her.

“Don’t think so. I’m handing your ass in.”

She clicks her tongue.

“Why?”

“10 people died because of the explosives you gave Harley. Don’t feign ignorance, sweetheart?”

She sighs and relaxes her body, tilting her head up to see him because of how tall he is.

“Would you believe me if I tell you that I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt?” she points at Harley with her free hand. “I told her not to kill anyone, she lied to me and said she wouldn’t.”

He stares at her, not saying anything.

“That’s why I came here.” she shrugs while feeling like the worst person on the planet. “I was going to hand those two in.”

He tilts his head, his hold on her hand relaxing a bit.

“Sorry but that looked like you were going to strangle Quinn.”

His tone is mocking.

“She can be very annoying.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

She laughs at his comment, shaking her head.

“Let go of my wrist.” her voice is barely a whisper. “Please.”

He does as she said, though he takes a step further until they are both standing as close as humanly possible. She looks up even more than before, mentally cursing him for being so freaking tall, and places her hands on his hips.

“Now… can I go?”

“No.”

She pouts.

“Pretty please?”

He huffs and shakes his head.

“No.”

She concentrates a bit of her power on her hands and places them on his chest, the bat symbol uselessly letting go another electrical shock, and she shakes her head imitating him.

“Oh, c’mon Red!” she pouts again, trying to look seductive or at least cute enough to not hand her to the GCPD. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

He laughs loudly, a throaty sound that comes from deep within which she can feel through her glowy hands, and lowers his head so it’s closer to her face.

“Cute but no.”

She sighs dejected, then nods while patting his chest

“I’m sorry, Red.”

The glow in her hands brighten and he realizes what is about to happen, trying to pull back and avert the upcoming attack.

“Too late.”

She sends a blast his way and he collides with the wall, dropping to a sitting position beside Quinn’s unconscious form.

Grace takes advantage of his disoriented state and opens a portal to Robinson Park, where she plans to open another one to her house.

“Men… Always falling to the same old tricks.”

She sighs while saying it, knowing he will hear her, and crosses the portal until she is standing on the city’s main park. She turns around and sees him already standing up and running towards her.

“Bye, Red!”

Grace closes the portal on his face.

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