“Do you do this just so you can be close to me?” Dick asks with his signature smirk, looking up at you as you apply some last minute finishing touches on his face. “Can’t say I blame you. I’m pretty damn handsome.”

It’s probably a bad idea to flirt with you, his makeup artist, but he really can’t help it. He’s had a lot of different makeup artists, with all of the different films and projects he’s done, but you’re by far his favorite.

The light in the dressing room casts a golden glow on you, making you more ethereal than how you usually look. Your strokes with the makeup brush are light, slightly ticklish. Your cold fingers feel nice on his warm skin.

Dick knows this is probably unprofessional—you two barely even know each other. You just put makeup on his face and make sure he looks his best (or worse, depending on the project) before he goes out to film. But you’re pretty, and sometimes you flirt back, so maybe you like him too? Or you’re just teasing him and joking around. Whatever the case is, it’s harmless. Kind of.

“You know, we should go out sometime,” he suggests, smiling at you as you finish up his look. Yeah, okay, he just said the flirting was harmless, so he probably shouldn’t be asking you out. But again, you’re really pretty, and sometimes he can’t help himself around pretty people.

“There’s this fancy restaurant near my place,” he adds, grinning. “We can go there sometime, if you want.”