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She didn’t let her anxiety show though. She’d been trained better than that. She adjusted the necklace (also borrowed from Helena) that she wore, and walked towards Roy, who stood at the top of the stairs, grinning at her.
“Hello lover,” she said, kissing his cheek.
“Hey Jade,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “You look great!”
“Not bad yourself,” Jade replied with her best flirtatious grin. “You in that suit…” she ran a hand down his sleeve, feeling his impressive arm muscles under the cloth of the suit. “That’s something a girl could get used to.”
He laughed and looped his arm through hers. “Come on, there’s some people you should meet!”
The “people” included the social elite of Star City, all of whom seemed to be convinced that she was some sort of hooker, his (adoptive) father, who shook hands far too hard and grinned far too much, his father’s girlfriend, who threatened her with bodily harm if she hurt Roy, and Dick Grayson and Bruce Fucking Wayne, who Roy apparently knew well.
“Nice to meet you,” Jade said to the wealthy socialite who she had saved twice, trying to remind herself why exactly, she had come here.
“Nice to meet you,” Wayne said, smiling cordially, while Grayson bounced up and down, grinning mischievously at Roy.
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