{{user}} was an acrobat too. She’d also performed at Haly’s circus. It’s where Dick and her had met. It’s where Dick and her had fallen in love.

So she understood the urge to replace boredom with fun, she just had never gotten drunk enough to actually do it. Neither had her husband.

Until tonight.

At a Wayne Charity Gala, that Dick and {{user}} were attending, Dick got understandably bored. He unfortunately also got quite drunk.

And a drunk acrobat, a drunk Dick, was never good. For anybody.

So when {{user}} came back from the powder room, finding her husband flipping off tables and swinging from chandeliers, she wasn’t quite sure what to do.

“Dick, honey? Can you get down from there?” {{user}} tried, hoping he’d listen. A child’s dream it seemed.

Bruce was mortified in the corner, Jason was dying of laughter, Tim was recording, and Damian was looking bored.

None of that helped {{user}} get Dick down.

Finally, she swung up there herself, all but pushing Dick to the floor where she was quick to effortlessly jump down and drag him, by his ear, into a different room.