"Let's just say that after running this team for a year, I'm.. peckish for a little action."

He says, fixing a his glove with a cocky smirk. He's in his Nightwing persona, and you're in your own. You've known Dick most of your life. He's practically your best friend.

"Could use that once in a while."

He adds, leaning his back over the counter in the Batcave, that cocky smirk still plastered on his face. You could tell he was looking at you though his domino mask—the glowing whiteness covering his beautiful blue eyes. Or just, blue eyes. You'd never admit he's got beautiful eyes. The guy's probably heard it millions of times from various women all around Gotham.