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Posted by Nightwing
on 10/15/2008, 5:51 pm, in reply to "The Brave and the Bold: Distractions"
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“Are you kidding?”
The excitement escapes my lips and I can barely contain myself. Barbara smiles and shakes her head, “What? This is a serious invitation Dick. I meant every word of it.”
I throw my hands up in victory before rushing to her side, grabbing up her hands into mine, “Ms Gordon, I would be honored to escort you to dinner on this fine evening.”
“Oh, come on, quit it,” Barbara pulls her hands free and shoves me back. “It’s just a little fun get together at a Chinese place. It’s nothing big or special, just a chance to meet Ted’s friend Mel. Got it?”
My excitement fades but I retain my overly large smile, “Yes ma’am. Crystal clear.”
Barbara shakes her head, “You’re such a dork. Now get out of here. Don’t you need a shower or something before we go out?”
I raise my arms and sniff, “I dunno, what do you think?”
Straddling the wheelchair, I put my armpit near her face, but not so close that it grosses her out. She quick puts up her hands and turns her head, “Gross! Get away!” Barbara gives me a stern push along my chest and I fly backwards onto my back. I roll onto my side and start laughing, “I’m glad you find that so funny Mr. You bet I’ll remember this next time I think of asking someone to go eat with me.”
I crawl to my feet and give my biggest pouting lip I can, “But, but…”
Barbara points at the door with a stern look on her face, “Not falling for it. Go! I have to get ready and I can’t do that with you stinking up the living room.” She moves closer to me and begins to shove me towards the door. I play along and stumble out the door, “Go get cleaned up birdbrains. I expect you dressed and back here to pick me up by seven, got it?”
Placing my hands behind my back, I smile and nod to her, “Yup.”
“Good,” Barbara slams the door in my face and returns to her business.
Once I’m sure that she isn’t coming back, I turn to walk down the hall and quickly elbow the air at my side, “YES!” I walk towards the elevator with a newfound pep in my step. Nothing is going to wipe my smile now, it is permanently cemented on my face.
-----={Later that Night}=-----
I knock on the door and begin to fidget with the new polo shirt that I had found in the back of my closet. Alfred had no doubt bought it for me a few Christmases ago and I had forgotten about it. As I gaze down at my lower half, I check the quick press I had done to my khakis. They are my favorite pair of pants because they are extremely comfortable, but just snug enough to accentuate my most notable asset. If it’s one thing I’ve discovered over the years while wearing tight costumes, it’s that women love men with a nice butt. So I ask myself, ‘why not flaunt it?’
Barbara comes to the door finally and gives me a big fake smile. She’s obviously nervous about something, but I’m unsure what it is. I immediately notice the dark purple, strapless top that she is wearing. It fits her perfectly and the darker skirt finishes off the look for her. I step back and take a better look at her, “Wow. You look absolutely amazing.”
She lets her gaze fall to the floor as her cheeks turn bright red. I smile and begin to spin in a circle, “What about me?”
Her gaze returns to me and she can’t help but laugh, “I should have known you’d wear those pants.”
I stop spinning and a look of concern washes over me, “What does that mean? These pants, is there something wrong with em?”
Again she laughs, “Come on now, we both know why you wore those pants. You look very nice in them, but you already knew that.”
My smile returns, “Well…ya know…”
“Enough about your bum, lets get rolling, we have a dinner to catch. I hate being the last to show,” Barbara says as she rummages through her purse for her keys.
I reach for her keys and take them from her, locking the door myself. She lets out a little grunt as I hand them back to her, but I ignore her and push her towards the elevator, “Don’t worry, we’ll get there quickly. Alfred offered to drive us, and you know how he can be when it comes to proper time schedules.”
“Oh boy, did you bring helmets with you?” We both laugh at the joke as we make our way into the elevator.
***TBC***
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