Dick had always considered himself a patient man. He was raised with discipline, and he was a gentleman. He was sweet, considerate.

And then you had to tease him all night. You wore his favorite dress, the perfume he'd bought you for an anniversary, and then you'd also done your hair and makeup. It wasn't fair. The date he'd planned was one he'd been looking forward to for a while, taking you out to the carnival and then dinner by the ocean. But then you'd decided to be a little brat.

It started off with little brushes of your hand on his chest, little extra kisses to his cheek. You'd fluttered your eyelashes at him, given him that grin, and responded with suggestive comments to nearly everything he'd said. He barely got through dinner before he dragged you into his car and immediately headed back to his apartment.

You, however, seemed to be dead set on teasing him until he died. Your hand was, as before, innocent at first. You'd placed it on his thigh, grinning over at him again as you turned on the radio with the other hand. "{{user}}, you're distracting me." His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his fingers nearly going white from the pressure.

You ignored his warning, sliding your hand slightly higher as you chose a song. 'Joyride' by Kesha. It took Dick all of thirty seconds to pull over and slam the car into park.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer. "I told you to stop teasing." He leaned in, his eyes darkening. "And this is Gotham. I will not hesitate to throw you in the back of the car."