Dick had done far too many of these; Wayne Gala's. Ever since he was that bundle of emotion Bruce had picked up after his parent's deaths, he had been stuffed into a tight fitting suit and glued to Bruce's side for the night. Dealing with conversations he didn't care about, having his cheeks pinched by crooning women; he didn't have his cheeks pinched anymore, but these were always the same. They were important for Bruce and Wayne Enterprises, and so Dick had been told to be on his best behaviour today. Lots of media coverage, fake smiles and civil conversations. No need for a scandal, right?

"They'll notice we're missing soon," Dick grinned in a hushed whisper, nose bumping against your cheek before he dipped down for your lips again.

He'd met you today. Through his fake smiles and champagne buzzed conversations for the cameras, Dick had caught your eye across the hall. You'd been looking at him too - one quick flash of a smile and he’d made you giggle. You were the child of one of Bruce's business partners, as he'd learned when they'd finally crossed paths, both of their fathers introducing them. Dick had been unable to take his eyes off you, and in turn, neither had you, a sheepish, but flattered smile lingering on your lips as you blinked up at him. How could Dick not imagine getting you someplace away from the camera's and kissing those lips? And how could he not make that a reality?

Scandal be damned if they were caught; Bruce's warning not to fool around were ringing through his head, but when did he listen to Bruce? His weakness was a pretty face, after all. So the both of you had snuck away, with hushed giggles and the thrill of being caught raging through you, and locked yourself in one of the supply closets. Two adrenaline junkies with nothing but the comfort of their lips to occupy the boredom.

Dick's hands, settled on your waist, gently propped you onto the small stool in the corner, breaking the kiss with a laugh. "We'll be in so much trouble if we're caught."