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Jan. 22nd, 2011 11:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaHe had a thing for red.
Oh, not red hair, no, that was his partner Grayson's kink. Everyone knew, you want to sell a sob story to private dick Dick Grayson, you send in a redhead with a perfumed hankie and some nice long legs. Sure, Dick didn't always buy the sob story, but by the time that redhead's stylish heels had hit the flattop she'd have had the ride of her life and a story that involved a lot less sobbing to tell. But no, Roy wasn't one for the redheads. Roy didn't have a preference for hair color, blondes, brunettes, red, they were all the same to him.
But he liked the color.
Her lips were red.
Bright red, not blood red, the kind of red that made a sailor whistle and turned a kind eye when a lady walked by. The rest of her was as red hot as her lips, a slim and silky body with legs to die for and eyes that could make your breath catch in your throat. Roy could remember how that body felt under his hands too, warm and soft with just the right edge of hard, just the right amount of muscle, and he knew now just how quick those hands could bring a sharp knife to your throat.
"Jade." She was dressed in a trench coat tied tight around her body but Roy knew what she'd be wearing underneath it. Green.
He loved green too.
"Roy." Her smile was sharper than her nails, sharper than the bite of lost love in Roy's heart. "How is my daughter?"
"She'd be better if her father wasn't fighting a false murder charge." It was hard to speak without gritting his teeth but Roy managed. He leaned back against the damp lamp post and let the rain fall around them, not like he could have stopped it if he'd wanted to. "How're tricks, Jade?"
"There's a pesky detective interfering with my work." Knife sharp smile and words that cut Roy to the quick, they really did. "I'd hate to have to kill him." Then Jade, also known as the Cheshire killer, turned and stalked outside of the circle of lamp light and into the dark of the knife. Roy leaned his head back against the wet lamp post and closed his eyes, allowing the rainwater to mask his pain and cool his head.
"I'd hate to kill you too, Jade." He whispered, only loud enough for himself to hear. In the distance police sirens broke the silence of the night. Roy knew where they were headed, a little boat in the docks where a man already lay dead, another victim of the Cheshire killer. Roy reached under his coat and ran his fingers along the handle of his gun.
Tomorrow morning there would be enough evidence to clear him and he'd be able to pick up his daughter from her 'Aunt' Dinah's and 'Uncle' Ollie's. But for tonight…
Roy let his grip slip from the gun and adjusted his hat to better cover his face before turning in the direction opposite the one Jade had taken. For tonight he'd leave unfinished business to be unfinished and go back to Grace's apartment to hide out until Dick gave him the all-clear. For tonight… he'd let things rest.
Oh, not red hair, no, that was his partner Grayson's kink. Everyone knew, you want to sell a sob story to private dick Dick Grayson, you send in a redhead with a perfumed hankie and some nice long legs. Sure, Dick didn't always buy the sob story, but by the time that redhead's stylish heels had hit the flattop she'd have had the ride of her life and a story that involved a lot less sobbing to tell. But no, Roy wasn't one for the redheads. Roy didn't have a preference for hair color, blondes, brunettes, red, they were all the same to him.
But he liked the color.
Her lips were red.
Bright red, not blood red, the kind of red that made a sailor whistle and turned a kind eye when a lady walked by. The rest of her was as red hot as her lips, a slim and silky body with legs to die for and eyes that could make your breath catch in your throat. Roy could remember how that body felt under his hands too, warm and soft with just the right edge of hard, just the right amount of muscle, and he knew now just how quick those hands could bring a sharp knife to your throat.
"Jade." She was dressed in a trench coat tied tight around her body but Roy knew what she'd be wearing underneath it. Green.
He loved green too.
"Roy." Her smile was sharper than her nails, sharper than the bite of lost love in Roy's heart. "How is my daughter?"
"She'd be better if her father wasn't fighting a false murder charge." It was hard to speak without gritting his teeth but Roy managed. He leaned back against the damp lamp post and let the rain fall around them, not like he could have stopped it if he'd wanted to. "How're tricks, Jade?"
"There's a pesky detective interfering with my work." Knife sharp smile and words that cut Roy to the quick, they really did. "I'd hate to have to kill him." Then Jade, also known as the Cheshire killer, turned and stalked outside of the circle of lamp light and into the dark of the knife. Roy leaned his head back against the wet lamp post and closed his eyes, allowing the rainwater to mask his pain and cool his head.
"I'd hate to kill you too, Jade." He whispered, only loud enough for himself to hear. In the distance police sirens broke the silence of the night. Roy knew where they were headed, a little boat in the docks where a man already lay dead, another victim of the Cheshire killer. Roy reached under his coat and ran his fingers along the handle of his gun.
Tomorrow morning there would be enough evidence to clear him and he'd be able to pick up his daughter from her 'Aunt' Dinah's and 'Uncle' Ollie's. But for tonight…
Roy let his grip slip from the gun and adjusted his hat to better cover his face before turning in the direction opposite the one Jade had taken. For tonight he'd leave unfinished business to be unfinished and go back to Grace's apartment to hide out until Dick gave him the all-clear. For tonight… he'd let things rest.
