Tristan leaned against Lucy, absentmindedly playing with her hair. “I’ll look after you no matter what. I know your dad doesn’t really need my help, but you mean a lot to me. It’d fuckin’ suck if somethin’ bad happened to ya.” He laughed softly. “Yeah but I didn’t, did I? Either drive-thru Starbucks or stop whinin’ about coffee, sunshine.” Long nail poked her back gently. “I know. But I love doin’ this shit.”
A smug grin as he looked down at her. “Tryna get you to move in so I don’t ‘ave to come to your dorm anymore. I try to sleep in an’ they’re loud as fuck. Do they not realise one in the afternoon is still prime sleepin’ time?” He feigned disgust, though he truly was sick of being woken by Lucy’s dormmates. “They absolutely suck.”
Lucy couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, Daddy doesn’t need a whole lot of help, but it’s nice that someone wasn’t scared to be my friend given my dad isn’t very…subtle in what happens to people to hurt me.” She explained, smiling just a little smugly. She didn’t always talk about her dad, most of the time she would have to be very careful about interacting with the King of Gotham’s Crime. She knew his goons paid attention though. Her presents were never generic by any means; but fit with her own likes as time went on. She kept every single one.
Blue eyes lifted and she smiled at him. “Maybe soon. I’m really getting tired of their amateur porn hour at all hours of the night when I have class.” she mused. “Which room would I be takin’?” she asked with a grin, moving to stand. “I’m not whining, but I could.” she teased, tucking her hands into her jacket. “They’re freshmen unfortunately. I’ll eb glad if next year I don’t have to deal with them.”
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