Tristan

_{“Lucy, darlin’.” Tristan laughed, gesturing at the campus as they walked through it. “There’s ‘ow many men ‘ere? An’ I’m tryna get in all of their pants. So, yes, I would fuck your dad, an’ yes I ‘ave every intention of fuckin’ my professor, but there’s a whole world of good dick out there. I don’t like to limit myself to just one.” Dark, drawn-on brow raised as he stared down at her. “There’s nothin’ normal about you now, an’ I doubt you were a normal kid, either. A cute kid, though, I can believe.” After closing the car door behind her, Tristan walked over to the driver’s side, slipping into the seat. “As much as I love that car, I thought I’d leave it at home for your sake today. It’s adorable watchin’ you try an’ get in it, but we don’t ‘ave all the time in the world.”}

_{Designer sunglasses were pushed back onto his face and he took a moment to check his appearance in the rearview mirror, smoothing over his hair and re-applying the lipstick he was wearing. “Of course we do. Anythin’ for you, my dear.”}

The little blonde almost doubled over in laughter. “Well, one thing is for sure. With a big brother like you, life is never ever boring.” she grinned, covering her mouth with her hand as she laughed again. She rolled her eyes. “And what if I wanted some, huh? Don’t go ruining it for me, now. Leave me a pretty one…or three.” she joked. Rolling hazel eyes, she gave an unbelieving little hum of approval. “Sure you did. You knew the track team is practicing and wanted something to look good in while you watched them run by in their very small shorts and leer.” She was teasing, of course, having sat with Tristan several times to watch them run by and take dibs from time to time. Lucy didn’t much like the jocks, so she didn’t usually pick any. But she knew the type Tris liked, so she usually called dibs on ones she knew he’d protest for.

She smiled at him as he primped himself up again. “What can I say? I’m a princess in my own right.” she teased with a shrug and a laugh. 

Tristan

_{“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. 

Tristan

_{“You don’t know if I was scared to be your friend or not. Maybe I like the danger. Maybe it gets me off knowin’ daddy could ‘ave me killed at any minute.” Of course, Tristan’s… family that had a lot of financial tie-ins with Lucy’s, and they often made deals with the mafia, but that was a much bigger secret than Lucy’s identity. People feared Lucy, but Tristan? Seemingly harmless. That was exactly how he wanted it.}

_{He laughed, standing and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Yeah, they’re not great at fakin’ it, are they? I feel bad for them. Shame, ‘cause I could definitely show ‘em what they’re missin’.” A shrug as he pondered the question for a moment. “Whichever room you want. Top floor is mine, but other than that, any.” He knew what Lucy was like; the second she walked into the right room, she’d know it was hers. And she’d immediately be planning exactly how she was going to rearrange.}

_{“Come on. Let’s get you some coffee an’ a break from Mr. Grey back home.”}

Lucy couldnt help but laugh at Tristan’s word choice. “So the idea of my dad coming an killing you gets you off? Tris, you have odd kinks.” She teased with a smile. “You’re safe, though. You protect me. Look out for me and make sure I stay fed and have fun even while I’m here doing all the school stuff.” She mused with a smile. “You’re the big brother I never had. Daddy knows that, and I think if someone hurt you, you’d be protected too. Daddy likes me happy, out of harm’s way. Its why he doesn’t come around personally except at night to deliver the presents.” She was glad she had Joker watching out for her, even if her mother worried over him finding Lucy.

She covered her mouth with her hand as Tristan made his comment. “I’m pretty sure I don’t want to hear you having sex, Tris. Please dont scar me like that.” She joked, nudging him as they walked. “Maybe we can stay there tonight, after we make the library pretty again.” She offered. “I can look around and see. Deal?”

Tris

_{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.”

Tristan

_{“I might take ‘im up on that. Might help me sort out my daddy issues.” He paused, tilting his head to one side. “Or make ‘em worse. Probably make ‘em worse.” A laugh sounded in his throat, and he patted the top of her head softly. “I’ll get you one on the way out. It was cold as fuck by the time I got ‘ere anyway. You’d ‘ave only complained.” Tristan wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into another hug. “You know me so well, don’t ya?”}

_{Quickly, he searched for a few things on his phone, pulling up an album and passing it over to Lucy. “You ain’t seen my new place yet, so ‘ere ya go. Couple pictures.” The album was full of photos of his new house, an impressive four-bedroom home a few miles from campus. It was decorated exactly how anyone that knew him would expect it to be – tacky and expensive, black velvet and silk, Gucci and Versace, and undeniably Tristan. “The top floor is all yours when you’re finally outta that dorm. Let’s ‘ead off now an’ beat the traffic.” He stood, holding his hand out towards her.}

Lucy laughed. “I think I’m the only one Dad has any kind of open affection for these days.” she replied. “But no doubt he’d like you ‘cause you’re always there for me. He can’t be very open about it, in case someone thinks to try and overthrow him. He wants me less of a target and more of normal gal.” She gave a little smile. “Not if you’d brought me an iced coffee, silly.” she teased, poking his chest. One shoulder shrugs up innocently at his question. “I got a love of art, too, y’know.”

The blonde took the phone to slide her finger through the pictures. “Ohhh.” she grinned. “Trying to get me to move in to keep the stalkers away again?” she teased, giggling as she continued looking. “I may need to start planning on moving, the dorm is overrun with morons who don’t know what privacy is.”