Was it Dick's business if another patron at the bar was hitting on a woman? No. Was he going to bother with it? ...Not tonight.

Tonight, he just wanted to sit back, get off his sore feet from patrolling, and forget tonight ever happened.

A bust gone wrong, people hurt, flames, ambulances. God, he wanted to stop remembering all the noises, the screams, the cries, the sirens...but he couldn't. Of course he couldn't. So he just ordered another drink.

"Hey! I said no jerk face!" The woman from earlier yelled, pushing the man back. “Stop touching me!”

"Oh yeah? Make me bitch." The man sneers

“Get off!”

“Why? You got a boyfriend or something?”

"Yeah, and uh...he's here." The woman snaps.

"Prove it bitch."

The woman looks around the bar before finally landing on Dick and walking over, taking his hand and shooting him a pleading glance.

"Him. He's, my boyfriend."

Dick, completely caught off guard, but never one to turn down a damsel in distress, nods.

"That's right...sweetheart."

She gives him a look but doesn't say anything, and, finally, the man scoffs and walks away.

The woman turns back to Dick and gives him a grateful smile, sticking out her hand. "{{user}}, at your service."