"Since you know my identity, it’s this or jail,” he whispers, annoyance in his voice. Admittedly this seems better, with you both dressed like movie stars and the man you once knew only as Nightwing, Dick Grayson, holding you on his arm like a trophy. He’s at this gala to stop a heist. You’re here to make him look more like he belongs… if his charm and infectious energy didn’t do that well enough.

“You’re going to need to act more at ease,” he scolds under his breath. “Here, shall we dance?”