1964-11-21 - Your BFF is Dating Who?
Summary: Jessica and Dick make plans for their date and have a somewhat awkward revelation
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nightwing jessica-drew 


The phone at the Cloisters Curator's office rings once, twice, and thrice before a young feminine voice answers the phone. "Richard Grayson's office."


Jess was not expecting a secretary. She probably should have been. Of course he has a secretary. It's an office. And he runs the place. Still, there's a brief pause before she clears her throat. "Yes, hello. This is Jessica Drew. Could I please speak with Mr. Grayson?" she asks politely.


"One moment please, Miss Drew." The phone buzzes in Dick's office. And then it's redirected to a secure line - a small click that Jessica may hear on the line of a redirected line as Dick is down in the bowels of the Cloisters, pulling away from his training when the phone rings. He wraps the towel over his shoulders and answers. "Grayson."

"Mister Grayson, a Miss Jessica Drew on the phone for you."

Dick smiles at that and reaches over to take a drink of water. She can wait a few more seconds. Makes him seem important, right? "Patch her through."

"Hey Jessica, hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."


"Less than you would have if I hadn't found your number," Jessica drawls in reply, though the smile comes through in her voice, just as amused as ever. "It occurred to me that we made plans to go to this ball, but we didn't exactly set up a time or a place to meet up. So I thought I'd reach out, see if you had any thoughts on that front."


"Oh. Oh!" Dick plants a palm on his forehead for a moment and then smirks. "You were in such a hurry to run off, I didn't get the chance." he says with a grin before offering. "Since the event includes dinner, I suppose asking you to that first is out. Hmm. I could pick you up from your place?"


"What, and give away my alluring air of mystery? No dice, handsome." Back at her own place, a decidedly run-down apartment chosen for its unremarkableness and further cluttered with dirty dishes and other detritus, Jess pushes a hand through her hair, looking out the window at the street below. "How about we meet there?" she suggests.


"What, and have you standing out front, wondering whether or not I'm going to arrive?" Dick responds in amusement. "Traffic could be terrible, and I end up late." Or he could have to take care of something with the mask. "How about this - I could have a cab bring you to the Cloisters and you can have a tour before we head off together?" he counters.


"A private tour? Why, Mr. Grayson, a lady might think you had no intention of ever making it to the ball," Jess gasps dramatically, fanning herself. "Just what kind of girl do you think I am?"


There's a faint blush that Jess can't see before Dick smirks. "I don't recall the word private mentioned, Miss Drew. Perhaps I should be concerned?" he asks her teasingly.


Jess chuckles, leaning against the window frame. "I think I've had enough charity with this ball already," she admits. "Although, to be fair, just whose charity it really was is up for grabs a bit. But. I could pick you up," she offers. Because showing up on a motorcycle in an evening gown won't be strange at all.


"My, that seems froward." Dick is listening. Not just to her voice - but the sounds of the city outside her window. The honking of the horns, the sound of the traffic. "It wasn't charity. I do believe I asked you out, that includes all the bells and whistles of the Dick Grayson Experience - patent pending." he offers in response, "Alright, if you want to pick me up - but if you bail on me at midnight, I hope you leave a shoe behind."


"What can I say? I'm a forward sort of girl." Jess pushes away from the window, pacing a few steps. The sounds are muted - she must be on a higher floor rather than the ground level - but there's traffic. Sirens. No voices to be heard, though. The number of footsteps in her paces suggests it isn't a very large place. "Let's stick with meeting there. If you make me wait, then I'll just steal someone else's date and head inside," she smirks.


"Goodness, going to put me on a timer and everything." Dick says with a roll of his eyes. There's a faint echo to his voice, he hasn't had the chance yet to install soundproofing into the area yet. "What time should I be there?" he asks curiously, making a few mental notes.


"Let's say seven-thirty," Jess suggests, adding in a little bit of a cushion. He's not the only one who might have something else come up. Though at least SHIELD is likely to send someone to get her, rather than just a random encounter. "Think you'll be able to recognize me out of sweats, or should we work out a symbol of some sort?"


"I think I'd recognize you out of sweats unless you plan on changing that dramatically, Jess." Dick says with a small chuckle. "Just look for the tall grogeous brunette who for some ungodly reason doesn't have a date." There's a short pause, and then he adds, "Is this where I ask what you're wearing?" the smirk is obvious in his voice as he waits a heartbeat. "Tomorrow, that is, so I know what to look for."


"All the more reason for you to beat me there," Jess laughs, leaning against the fridge. "Take too long and I might be the tall gorgeous brunette with four men vying to be my date." She crosses one arm over her chest, head tilting. "Mmmm…I think it's more fun if you wait to see-" Which is when the phone cord knocks over a pile of dishes into the sink with a loud clatter.


"Just four, I think you're underestimating.." And then there's the crash of dishes and Dick pauses. "Jess? You alright?"


Jess coughs, sheepish, and there's the sound of more muffled clattering as she tries to reassemble the tower of babel. "Yeah, totally good. Just, uh. You know. Dishes. Because…I'm totally domestic enough to have dishes from…real cooking." And not countless bowls of cereal.


"Dishes that aren't put away? Tsk. Domestic goddess you're not." Dick replies as he waits for her to get things back together again. Of course, there's a glance towards his own take out bag and a snort. Yes, I'll throw you away soon enough.


"You've got no idea," Jess says ruefully, giving up once the dishes are at least all in the sink in an arrangement that doesn't seem likely to climb back out. "More like, uh. Goddess of…" She pauses, squinting. "Spectacular awkwardness?"


"Really? Don't see it - I mean, totally not awkward the other night, that's for sure." Dick offers with a grin in his voice that he hopes is encouraging. "You know, you never told me what you did for a living."


"You are quite correct, I did not," Jess agrees, going back to pacing around the apartment, carefully keeping the phone cord from knocking into other messes scattered around. "I never liked most of the options for women. Secretary. Housewife. Store clerk. My parents were scientists, but honestly, I've never been very good at studying, either. Which tends to leave me at loose ends, you know?"


"I remember that part of the speech. Also remembered that I agreed to both of those ideas." Dick responds as he glances up as the police scanner in his cave goes off and he reaches over to turn it off quickly. "You could definetly be a model - that wasn't a put down, for the record. What special talents do you have?"


Jess has an edge in the hearing department, listening carefully before he turns the scanner off. Now that's interesting. "I'm not a big fan of the spotlight," she chuckles. "But I'll take the compliment. I'm a pretty good gymnast, you might have noticed. Not a lot of openings in that field, either, unless you like the circus. Which isn't to say there's anything wrong with the circus, obviously," she adds quickly.


"There's something to be said about being flexible." Dick replies coyly as he considers. "..what about security?" he suggests to her. "I mean, you do you." He's not trying to offer a control of anythin, his questions seem more curious than anything.


Jess laughs, a wry note in the sound. "Security?" she echoes, glancing toward the window. "What sort of security do you mean?"


"I don't know. We need a night watchman around here." One that won't say much when Dick shows up late at night battered. "Or maybe teach gym or something - just not at a boy's school - you don't want to set an impossible standard."


"Are you offering me a job watching over your paintings and rare plants, Mr. Grayson?" Jess asks, amusement rich in her voice. "Teacher! I forgot teacher as an option. Trust me, no one wants me to be a teacher," she chuckles. "I'd be the worst teacher. Probably worse than I am as a student, honestly."


"I said gym teacher." Dick points out. "I mean, teaching young women gymnastics. You're really good at it."


"Believe me when I tell you that no parent in their right mind wants me around their daughter," Jess laughs, scrubbing a hand over her face. "You wouldn't believe the vocabulary they'd come back with."


"Alright, alright. I won't make anymore suggestions. I don't think we've had enough dates for that yet." Dick responds. "Anyway.. thanks for calling me, Jessica. I had wondered how that would work, and glad that you want to do this."


"Well, I'll give you twenty-four hours to come up with some good ones," Jess grins from her end of the phone. "Creativity will be rewarded." She turns, untangling the phone cord from a few pieces of furniture. "I'm looking forward to it," she says honestly. "Turns out I've got a friend who'll be going too. Granted, she probably won't have time to visit with me, given she's going with the billionaire boyfriend of the week, but it sounds like it'll be a good time."


That brings a pause. "Billionaire boyfriend of the week?" Dick asks, a raise of his brow. "Her name wouldn't happen to be Carol Danvers, would it?" he asks, sudden suspicion in his tone. Danger, Jess Drew, Danger!


Jess quirks a brow, pausing for a beat. "Yeah," she says slowly, crossing her arm over her chest again. "Yeah, it would be. Why do you ask?"


"Oh, I see." Dick says, pondering whether or not to say anything, before commenting gently, "Her boyfriend is my adoptive father."


There's a moment of silence. Then a snort. Then the unmistakeable sound of laughter from the other end of the phone as Jess slides down the fridge to the floor. "I'm sorry," she snickers through the laugh. "Really, I'm not- I, ah. I'm." And then there's another wail of laughter, muffled by a hand.


There's a quiet silence on the other end as Dick allows Jessica to get it out of her system. He's patient.


The laughter takes another moment or two before it subsides to a snicker and a sniffle as Jess wipes at her eyes. "Sorry. Sorry. I can't decide if I'm laughing at untold dating an old man jokes aimed at Carol, or cradle-robbing jokes aimed at myself. Sorry. It's probably not really funny." Another snicker. "Okay, it's a little bit funny." A beat. "I'm not calling her mom, but I would really love it if you did."


"I'm not that young, you know." Dick responds with a roll of his eyes. "Bruce took me in as a ward after my parents died. No, I don't call him dad - and I'm not about to call her mom." he smirks at that and just shakes his head. "But please, feel free to use them all, since I've already had some of my comments, considering Carol's last boyfriend before him."


"I did tell her it was starting to look like she had a type," Jess chuckles, shaking her head. "If it's any consolation, I can pretty much promise you she's not gold-digging. Carol wouldn't know how to be a gold-digger unless you gave her a manual and told her it was standard operating procedure."


"I'll take your word for it. And since you didn't know, I'm pretty sure now you're safe on that front, as well." Though Dick now has his suspicions about that now. "I'll see you tomorrow night?"


"Trust me, Dick, if I wanted money, I wouldn't be getting it from a man," Jess chuckles, as if that's the most amusing thing she can imagine. "I'm after you solely for your wit and your body. You can rest easy. And yeah. I'll see you at the ball, prince charming."


"We'll see how tomorrow night goes and then discuss the body bit." Dick responds with a small chuckle. "…though the fact that you are dating the son of your best friend's boyfriend is pretty humorous." he finally relents that it is a little funny.


"It's a lot humorous," Jess snickers, pushing up from the floor. "I'm gonna get a lot of mileage out of this. Get your rest, Grayson. Gonna be a long night." She hangs up then, only to laugh at the phone, shaking her head. "Well. Better than Stark."


"Promises, promises, Drew." Dick responds as he hangs up the phone. Hanging it up, he turns on the police scanner to a robbery in progress. He has time for it. If he hurries and gets into the rest of his costume.


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