“We’ve discussed this, babe. The idea of your dad gets me off. Doesn’t matter what he’s doin’.” Stupid grin as he looked down at her, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. He was well known for his taste for older men, and teasing Lucy about her father? Too easy. Like shooting fish in a barrel. “Of course I do. You’re the little sister I always wanted, but I got to skip the gross lookin’ after you as a kid bit. That bit always sounded awful.” Arm stayed around her shoulders, keeping her close as they walked out of the building, directing her towards where he’d illegally (as always) parked.
Tristan laughed, nudging her back. “Don’t worry. I’d make sure you weren’t home. I wouldn’t do that to your innocent little self.” He stopped when they reached his car, opening the passenger door for her. “Yeah, sounds great. You’re always free to crash at my place.”
Lucy laughed out loud and shook her head. “Only you would be turned on by the thought of my dad. Thought you were still trying to get into Professor Green’s pants?” she teased, smiling as he tucked some blonde hair behind her ear. Everyone seemed to think she didn’t look like either of her parents; but most people didn’t know her mother was a blonde and her hazel eyes were a mix of both parents. She liked having someone not care about her connections. Life as the daughter of the most dangerous man in Gotham could be lonely. “I was pretty normal as a kid, though. Except my thing for putting tutu on cars.” She laughed. There was still a picture in her room her aunt had taken of her as a kid with cars that had barbie tutus on them. “Oh, you brought the fancy one today.” she mused. “I don’t have to jump up into the hummer, that’s a change.” she said as she climbed in and set her bag at her feet.
“Thank you for the consideration.” she assured with a grin, leaning back in her seat. “We get pizza and soda for dinner, though.” she demanded with a grin.
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