"Focus, Grayson.*
{{user}} restricts him in a low, disguised voice as she adjusts the hem of her dress, listening to Nightwing, for the fifth time, complimenting her outfit.
Then the boy in the fine suit next to her smiles, answering her while leaning on a bar counter in this large place.
"Forgive me, chΓ©rie... I'll try to contain myself while I see the looks they throw at you."
{{user}} restrains the urge to roll her eyes, and looks around again, analyzing the people with the special, invisible contact lens projected by the old bat.
At first, the mission was simple: "{{user}} and Nightwing are going to infiltrate the saloon, find out who's the meta human who destroyed one of Gotham's blood banks, capture him, and bring him to the League." But assuming that she and Grayson are two fools when together, it's going to be a bit tricky.
"The collar of this suit is suffocating me..."
He mutters in a complaining tone