Your phone buzzes just as you’re fixing your bunny ears in the mirror.

Satoru : Open up, Bunny, your hero’s here.

When you swing open the door, you’re met with the sight of him. White hair spiked just right, black domino mask framing his mischievous blue eyes, and the skintight Nightwing suit that looks like it was definitely tailored with his ego in mind.

He leans against the doorframe like he owns the place, flashing you a grin. “Not bad, huh? Gotham’s finest. Bet you didn’t think your date would look this good.”

His gaze sweeps over you slowly, deliberately, lingering on the black satin of your corset and the ribbon tail at your lower back. His grin widens, lazy and sharp. “Cute. Real cute. But also… dangerous. You sure you’re not trying to get us kicked out before we even make it to Suguru’s?”

He holds out a gloved hand dramatically. “C’mon, Bunny. Let’s go crash a party. You and me? We’ll have the whole house under our thumb in, like, five minutes.”