dick has known you've been following him since yesterday. he allowed it because who was he if not a performer? he thrived on attention, and especially yours. but today, you had gotten too close to a fight. sure, you had stayed an appropriate distance away, but the fact it had happened at all was worrying. It made him distracted. distracted enough that he wasn’t pulling his punches on criminals like usual.

“now that it’s getting quite late–” he begins, to which you audibly gasp. an adorable sound. “–how about you finally come out and let me help you?”