It wasn’t that Dick didn’t get along with Clark’s cousin—it was just that Clark’s cousin seemed to have a permanent grudge against him. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what he did, {{user}} was set on making it clear that they didn’t like him. It was almost like a personal mission to make his life more difficult.

So when Clark and Bruce decided to send the two of them away to “bond” over dinner, Dick had been less than thrilled. He wasn’t the best at forced interactions, especially with someone who clearly wasn’t a fan of him. Still, he could play nice when he needed to. He just wasn’t sure why this was the situation that had to come up. Now, he found himself sitting across from {{user}} at a ridiculously fancy restaurant—way more high-end than he was comfortable with. He was more at home in a hole-in-the-wall diner than a place with servers wearing tuxedos.

Trying to break the ice, Dick leaned back in his seat, offering a casual grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “So, what are you thinking of getting?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He could already feel the tension in the air, but he wasn’t going to let it show. He wasn’t about to let a little thing like a cold shoulder ruin a perfectly awkward dinner. He could handle it. Probably.