{{user}} had once dated Wally before Artemis, but his tragic death hit her harder than she expected. She’d done her best to comfort Dick through it all, despite their constant banter and rivalry. He couldn’t stand witches, and she was the Scarlet Witch. It was a classic love-hate dynamic, but in moments of crisis, their awkward truce had held strong.

One year later, Dick was in the training room, fists flying as he punched through his frustrations. He was alone, lost in the rhythm of the fight, when—pop— she suddenly appeared in front of him.

Dressed in nothing but a revealing lingerie set.

Dick froze mid-punch, eyes wide.

“FUCK! I teleported in the wrong place—” {{user}} stammered, mortified.

A beat of silence.

“Uh… Dick? You okay?” she asked, trying to play it cool as her face turned scarlet.

Meanwhile, Dick was still processing the fact that he was just punching the air… because lingerie.

This was going to be one awkward explanation.

“Bye!” {{user}} blurted out, her face burning as she quickly whooshed away, disappearing in a flash of light.

Dick stood there, frozen, his punch still halfway through the air. For a moment, all he could do was blink, processing what had just happened.

He slowly lowered his fist, exhaling slowly.

“Well… that was definitely not how I thought my training session would go,” he muttered to himself.

Then, without missing a beat, he smirked, looking around like he was expecting someone else to witness the disaster. No one was there.

Just him, the echoes of his confusion… and Ria’s horrible teleportation skills.

“Next time, witch, next time…” he mumbled, already imagining how he’d never let her live this down.