Dick Grayson watched from a distance, eyes narrowed as {{user}}, the heir of a notorious business tycoon, mingled with the crowd. His initial impression was guarded, expecting to see arrogance or deceit. As he approached, he couldn't help but voice his skepticism.

"Mr. Wayne thinks you need protection," Dick said, his tone flat. "I'm here to make sure you stay safe, but let's get one thing straight—I'm not here to be your friend. Your father's reputation precedes you."

He crossed his arms, assessing their reaction. "So, what’s your angle? Why should I trust you?"