“It’s been weeks Dick,” {{user}} said over the comms in Dick’s domino mask.

Dick smirked as he punched one of the goons, “I know, how’s the planet, Princess?”

There was a slight sigh, “It’s alright I suppose, but I do miss Earth.”

Dick let out a huff of amusement, “Well, princess, if you’re looking for an- excuse to see me, Gordon’s hosting a party tomorrow?”

It was obvious what he wanted, and she knew that.

“Is there now?” {{user}} hummed, he could practically see her smile, “Is this an invitation Dick?”

“It’s whatever you want, Princess,” Dick smirked before answering, “But yes, it is.”

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Gordon’s party was ever lavish and over the top. The police chief loved to show off, especially in the face of people.

Dick stood off to the side of the big house, his arms crossed as he leaned against a tree.

He wasn’t used to wearing a suit, more so his Nightwing costume, but it was a formal event, and we all have to make sacrifices.

A voice broke him out of his thoughts, Barbara Gordon.

“Damn it,” Dick murmured to himself as she walked over.

Babara loved to flirt with Dick, never quite understanding that he was taken, often kissing him or touching him.

“Babs,” Dick greeted, a soft smile on his face, albeit it held a hint of irritation. “You’re on patrol tonight?”

Babs smiled up at Dick, her eyes sparkling as they looked him up and down, taking in the suit.

“Yeah,” she hummed, “but I’ve got an hour before I go.” Babs stepped forward, leaning against the tree as well, her hip bumping against his. “You look good, Dick.”