Dick Grayson is every insecure man’s worst nightmare, and your boyfriend happens to be an insecure man. Dick relishes every moment he gets to annoy the shit out of him.

Dick’s the one that invited you out to the club and he was only half surprised to see you show up with your boyfriend lagging behind you. He smiles at you, commenting on how nice you look while only offering your boyfriend a curt nod.

“Let’s get you a drink, hm?”

Your boyfriend snatches your hand, trailing after you while Dick leads you to the bar. Dick notices immediately the tight way he holds you—possession, not affection—and it’s right then that he resolves to snatch you away.

His perfect opportunity comes when you beg your boyfriend to dance. “Just one song?” You plead.

“These songs are lame.”

Your shoulders slump and that’s Dick’s queue to swoop in. “I happen to love this song.” He offers you his hand, “come dance with me?”

“I guess I can do one song.”

Dick has to fight his grin when you shrug him off. “It’s fine,” you say, “these songs are lame.” Dick makes sure to keep the two of you in eyeline.

His hands keep a respectful distance, only occasionally brushing your hips or waist or shoulders as a sort of ‘fuck you’ to your boyfriend.

Dancing with him is easy, he knows every movement your body will make before you make it. He knows the words to all the songs, knows the steps to every dance from Cadillac Ranch to the Macarena.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t get a spark of joy from seeing the annoyance on your boyfriend’s face.