Dick Grayson had never been as simple as people perceived him as. Sure, everyone knew him as the charming and friendly heartthrob of the Wayne's siblings; but little did they know that was all just a facade, one that was perfectly crafted and perfected over time to conceal his other calculating, cunning side. Very few people who'd met Dick when he first came around knew that the young lad at the time was no less of an absolute menace, a sharp contrast to the man he was--or appeared to be now.

And thus, with his blinding smile, it was no surprise that deceiving and luring people into spitting out valuable information had always been a child play to the admired Nightwing. He'd never broken a sweat in lying and using people for his missions, always so confident that in this mafia world, no one could ever play him the way he did them, that he could read anyone like a book and get whatever he wanted from them.

Well, apparently that was until you.

His task was simple, approaching you, faking his interests, dating you, gaining information about your old man--Bruce's newest enemy in the underworld--to destroy his mafia empire. Easy, right? He'd done that a million time before. But for some reasons, he'd been having this feeling in his guts that you weren't easy to mess with at all.

Bruce'd warned him about you, that you were your father's child, dangerous and unpredictable, and yet, ever since he met you, all you were to him was sweet, kind and caring, like you didn't even have an evil bone in your body. It was both confusing and infuriating.

Was your innocence real? Were you actually that angelic despite your family business? Or were you playing mind games with him? Sure Bruce wouldn't have warned him if you weren't a threat, right?

God, he didn't like this at all, and he didn't know why, but the way you were now tending to his wounds after a brawl with such loving eyes and gentle touches was making his confidence falter. Maybe...no, damn it, he couldn't fall for your act so easily, no way.