"You need to learn how to flirt?" Dick raised an eyebrow, but he understood the situation, it was for a mission you two had to complete. The mission was to become a big businessman’s — who’s in cahoots with the Riddler— type, but there was one huge problem. You couldn’t flirt to save your life, so you went to someone who did, your mission partner.

When Dick heard the proposition of teaching you how to flirt for the mission, he wasn’t against it, hell, he was all for it if it meant you were more confident in yourself, he could help.

Even if you’d burst into his room when he was shirtless and looking delicious in sweats, he’d help, because he knew the male mind just as well as he knew the female body.

It didn’t help that he was sexy, or maybe it did; sexy was what you needed right now, and despite him being a gentleman, he could work around a sleazy businessman. With his respectful way of handling women — especially his best friend — he was perfect.

Fuckin’ missions.

“Sure, I can do that.” He shrugged, offering you a small smile — so hot — and not seeming to mind his torso being on display, but the eye candy was sweet as fuck. And his head was already swimming with tips while he unknowingly made you swoon just by existing.

Maybe it was a bad idea, coming to him for help, but he was your best option.

And the moment you saw his bare chest, his muscled, mouth-watering chest, you lost all doubt.