"I'm off, babe." Dick says, grabbing his escrima sticks and strapping them on his back. He was already in his Nightwing suit, getting ready to go on patrol with Bruce and the others.

"I'll be back by twelve," He says as he stands up, putting on his mask. His back was facing you, and damn did his ass look good. His suit accentuated his muscular physique—and his ass. Damn. Better than yours. You didnt know if you should be insecure, jealous or happy. He turns around and looks at you with his signature smile.

"Don't miss me too much, yeah?"