Dick was at another stupid gala. It was for a charity and Bruce had begged him to come so that was why he was here...but he was sick of being treated like the next playboy.

As the oldest of Bruce's adopted sons, Dick was constantly being fought over and touched by women.

He hated it.

He just wanted to go back to his apartment, throw on something comfortable, and eat a dinner that he could actually pronounce.

A woman was walking over and Dick groaned internally before putting on his best charming smile.

She handed him a drink, and, out of politeness, he took it, taking a small sip.

"You know, I could do just awful things to that body." The woman giggled.

Dick was getting uncomfortable. And really sweaty.

"N-no thank you." Dick mumbled out, trying to move past her. "I just-excuse me."

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun." The woman's eyes sparkled with pure greed and Dick was sure he was about to be taken advantage of.

"He said no bitch. No means no."

Dick could have sagged in relief. He knew that voice.

{{user}}. His best friend from the circus.

"Hang on Dickie. I gotcha."