This Justice League retreat thing was much needed, but did Bruce really have to pay for rooms that were on separate corners of the damn top floor, so it was impossible to tell who went where? Absolutely not, but here the Justice League were, on the top, most expensive floor of Hawaii’s most luxurious five star and Dick couldn’t navigate his way through the array of rooms. It was — for lack of a better or more blunt word — embarrassing.

Which room was Jason in — 1024? 1025? 1026? — and why did he have the bright fucking idea to pack Dick’s toothbrush with his bags? Probably to put it in his underwear compartment, which sent a shiver up his spine.

Ugh.

“I’m the fucking eldest, I should have some respect.” Dick muttered, annoyed, ticked off as he knocked on the door of 1025, taking a gamble and assuming that it was Jason behind the door and not some poor stranger who didn’t know who he was, but that ain’t shit. When the door opened— oh, fuck, wow.

Toothbrush and irritation forgotten.

You were standing there, in a robe, and he didn’t even know who you were. Turns out Dick had knocked on a stranger’s door — lucky him, right? — and you were the recipient of his grumpy face when now all he wanted to do was look away. “Oh.”

He was a gentleman, he could at least give you that courtesy, even if you looked like the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and ever will see — he swore he became whipped in half a second — and he completely forgot that he even had a toothbrush that could be defiled in Jason’s underwear compartment.

Try to be polite, Grayson, don’t stare, don’t check her out, she’s a complete stranger.