bludhavensbluebird:

        ❛Easy, I have a goal in mind and I achieve it. If I don’t, at least I can say I tried.❜ Even he knows he fits the bill for a lot of things (and not all pleasant) but unfocused wasn’t one of them. It was Bruce’s influence on him that taught him to be that way and one of the more positive ways his gloomy mentor had rubbed off on him. 

      Eyebrows raise at her question, a little surprised she didn’t know who Bruce Wayne like everyone else seemed to. Dick’s life wasn’t private and the fact that he wasn’t a “true” son in the eyes of the elite was no secret even amongst the halls of Hogwarts. He’s almost scared to tell her, wondering if she would hold the same response as everyone else. Still, any nervousness he feels doesn’t show in his footwork, always keeping on beat and matching her step with the mark of mastery.  ❛He’s my father. Well…sorta. Not by blood but where it counts at least. When I was a kid my parents were killed and he just happened to be there to take me in. Don’t ask me what a billionaire wizard was doing at a Quidditch match of all places but I can’t complain.❜

      “Sooooo…” The parting of lips was brief and thoughtful and still it was easy to tell this was it; this was how she took a conversation he’d managed to make something pleasant of and twisted it until it was a loaded gun against her head. She was the victim and she was breaking a sweat to be as such. “Do you think I’m just a goal then?” The smile was gone but there was less maliciousness behind the words. She found the more he talked to her, the harder it was to twist him into some big monster. But surely the stiffness of her mistrust was there keep them an arms length away as they danced otherwise very well together.

Even with a question so bold dangling in the air when he gave her a look of suspicion her eyes dropped again to the floor as though she needed to watch her footing. A sloppy cover for someone who’d been holding her own with someone taught by this Mister Wayne character. She might as well have told him she descended form muggle blood to end this charade then and there. “I’m sorry about your parents. That sounds awful.” It sounded like she wanted to know more about him, pulled in by more then his looks which was cause for concern. There was no room for her to flit about with a boy when there was still so much about the wizarding world, evidently obvious things, she did not know. Never mind he was a slytherin, which she herself had almost forgotten in the haze of it all. “He must be very good dancer if he taught you.” There was a pause, a cheek and tongue moment as penance for having brought up such a terrible memory that brought her gaze back to him with a teasing smile. “And very patient.”

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