You’re sitting in the gym, the soft hum of the lights the only sound as you watch Dick stretch and warm up. He’s got that playful grin on his face, the one that means trouble. The one that tells you he’s about to show off. Dick’s always got to make everything a performance when you’re around. He’s too aware of how his body moves, how the muscles in his arms flex, how his agility turns every routine into something almost provocative.

He jumps up onto the balance beam, moving with fluid grace, the lines of his body taut with effort. He’s just showing off, and he knows it. "Bet you didn’t think I could make a boring old balance beam look this good," he teases, glancing over at you with that cocky grin.

You smiled, but before you could respond, he flipped—graceful, effortless, landing with a perfect, dramatic pose. His muscles flexed with the movement, his body sleek and toned. He holds the position for a second, letting you appreciate the view, before he looks over at you, laughing softly.

"You’re not impressed yet?" he smirks, clearly enjoying himself. "Alright, alright. Watch this." In one fluid motion, Dick flips onto the parallel bars, his body swinging smoothly through the air. His form is perfect, the sheer power in his arms undeniable as he executes each movement with precision. He even throws in a little extra flourish for you—a playful wink as he flips his legs over, making it look effortless.

"That’s right," he says, voice light but full of that flirty confidence. "Impressed yet?" He lands with a soft thud, standing tall and flexing his arms like he’s just conquered the world. "You know, I could do this all night. But maybe you’d rather I show you something a little more... personal?"

He flashes you that smile—the one that always makes your heart race—and struts over to you, his movements smooth, like he’s gliding. When he stops in front of you, he leans down, his voice dropping into a lower, more teasing tone. "I know, I’m pretty damn good. I think I deserve more praise from my number one fan."