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âDo you know anyone willing to date a ghost-touched woman over 6ft tall?âÂ
Barbara Gordon blinked slowly at the lanky teenager who asked the question. His arms were full of astronomy books and he was leaning in close as if it was a serious question.Â
âIt depends? Iâm a librarian, not a matchmaker.â she replied, holding her hands out for the books to scan. âWhy are you asking? Itâs an awfully specific criteria.âÂ
Daniel Nightingale was the name of the boy before her. Just registered in the library system a little under 3 months ago. 17 years old and with that black hair, sky blue eyes and scars on the hand partially covered by a fingerless glove- Wayne adoption bait.Â
âMy older sister is great and all.â he said, fidgeting with his sleeves, âBut I think she needs to live a little you know? Sheâs so.. SoâŚ.â he made a compressing motion with his hands, like packing a snowball.Â
âRepressed?â Barbara suggested, scanning the book on the Hubble Telescope.Â
With a snap of his fingers he grinned. âExactly! Now if only I could find a guy for her that is ghost-touchedâŚâ he muttered under his breath. Â
âWhat do you mean by âghost- touchedâ?âÂ
âOh you know,â he mimicked the paddles of a defibrillator, âClear!â he chuckled.Â
Did this lady have a heart attack? Heart problems?Â
âI died but it didnât stick, so someone who is like me would be good. Then we wouldnât have to explain the whole thing.âÂ
âOh, I see.â the redhead said, not understanding much at all. âDue date for the books is in one month. Iâll keep an eye out for your sister?âÂ
Danny nodded and gathered all the books into a beat up backpack. âYou canât miss her. Long red hair, super tall, looks like sheâll either have a nervous breakdown or murder someone if you bump into her.âÂ
Barbara could only nod in agreement to the boy as he seemed to float out of Gotham Public Library.Â
~~
Jazz was ready to shove her little not-quite-dead brother into the Fenton Thermos. She was doing well at her counseling position at the University, but Danny had insisted that her newfound hours of free time should be used in romantic pursuits.
âIf you had friends you hung out with I wonât pester you. But Jazz! You need to do something fun!â He had said from the kitchen counter, hair glowing and eyes like two green beacons. âLive a little! Weâre already part dead! Let go!âÂ
So she trudged her way to the Public Library. If she had to get out of the house to shut her brother up, sheâd at least be an introvert about it.Â
Jazz put on her best pleasant face and made her way to the librarianâs desk to get registered.Â
The woman behind the counter was like looking into a warped mirror. Glasses, hair just a shade brighter, and eyes the wrong color looked back at her in mirrored surprise.Â
âBad hair day?â the mirror image guessed, pointing at the slouchy hat and messy bun that contained the mass of copper hair that Jazz hadnât cut in the last year.Â
âUh yeah. Little brother was pestering me about going out, so Iâm here for a library card.â Jazz rambled, doing her best to not play with the strap of her purse.Â
âIâm Barbara, and welcome to Gotham Public Library!â The woman smiled warmly.Â
When Jazz handed over her ID for Barbara to input the required information in the database the lady smirked. âI met your brother a few days ago actually. Tall, scrawny, likes space?â
Jazz groaned. âIâm so sorry about him.âÂ
The librarianâs glasses were white from the monitor. âOh donât worry about it, I know how younger siblings are. They mean well, theyâre just annoying about it.âÂ
Card squared away, Jazz went in search of a quiet corner to read a trashy romance novel in.Â
~~Â
Jason took his rare day off to visit the Library. He was also going to drop of a coffee for Barbara, and maybe sweet talk some info out of her.Â
He needed some blackmail to lord over some birds.Â
âJason! How good to see you in the daylight! Oh! Coffee! Gimmie,â his favorite tech person greeted.Â
Coffee offering made, Jason and Barbara traded information.Â
âYou should take a load off.â She suggested, waving him away towards the adult fiction shelves as some patrons came to check out. âSee you at dinner Sunday!âÂ
The building was warm today, rare sunlight coming through the skylights and windows, making his leather jacket too hot to wear indoors. And there was nothing else pressing on his schedule today, so why not read a bit?Â
Austen novel in hand, Jason made his way to his favorite reading nook. Instead of the two empty armchairs heâd push together into a lounge, there was a woman already there, firmly in the ray of sun that made her red hair look like fire.Â
Her long legs were stretched out, boots cluncking together in a slow rhythm as she read.Â
âOh,â Â
Bright green eyes startled and looked at him dead in the eyes. He blinked, and they were no longer green but a calming ocean blue. Â
âSorry,â she said, folding her legs back to let him pass.Â
âNah, itâs okay, I kind of want to soak in some sun too. Mind sharing?â Jason offered, fully prepared to leave the tall amazon alone. But deep down he felt something warm and grow fuzzy.Â
âSure,â she scooted her chair over and pulled the other closer so they both shared the spot of sun. âIâm Jazz.âÂ
He sat down next to her and the scent of her shampoo reminded him of the herby bread that Alfred made with soup. She stretched out again and he realized that her legs were much longer then his.Â
âIâm Jason.â
Inside the pit barely rippled.Â
Her phone beeped and she opened the beat-up thing to scoff. âDanny for Ancientâs sake,â she typed something out only for another beep to immediately reply. Â
Jason frowned. âDanny your boyfriend?âÂ
Blue eyes met him in an exasperated roll. âNo. just a little brother who canât mind his own business. Now he wants a selfie to prove âIâm not alone being a cave troll.â Just a sec.âÂ
She started to angle away to send a picture of her flipping off the phone, but Jason pulled her closer and let his arm be visible around her shoulders in the selfie. He hadnât thought, just acted.Â
There was a surprising amount of muscle under that sweater.
The pit purred in pleasure and Jason wanted to melt into the floor.Â
Jazz giggled, her smile showing teeth that were just a little too sharp. âOh heâll be happy with this I think. Only thing that would be better is if you had a big black motorcycle. Thatâd send him through the roof.âÂ
His breath hitched. The sun mustâve been too hot, and he felt himself grow warm under that bright smile.Â
âWould a black and red motorcycle do?â Was this flirting? Was he flirting? Was it working? He hoped it was working.
Those eyes lit up again and she tossed the book onto the chair, towering over him. âThatâs perfect. He hates the idea of me on a motorcycle with a biker boyfriend.âÂ
Jason stood up and tossed his jacket to Jazz with a feral smile. âLetâs get you some pictures riding a motorcycle my lady.âÂ
The pit crowed in happiness, a rare thing when not caused by blood or murder. He made sure to get a few pictures of her on his bike with his own phone before remembering it should really be on Jazzâs phone, to send to Jazzâs brother.Â
Not wanting the fun time to end, he put his helmet in her hands. âI know a good burger joint. Want to stay out late? See some sights?â
He was so focused on the redhead woman in his leather jacket straddling his bike, he forgot about the other redhead with access to the security cameras.
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