You had one mission: get Dick Grayson to have sex with you for information, because Bruce wanted to find out if he was working criminal cases without the big, miserable Bat knowing. It was meant to be an in and out thing, in which you’d sedated Dick’s blind date so then you could slip in as the girl who made his night.

It almost felt criminal to do it, especially since you’d learnt everything about him from his file and were now meeting him under the worst circumstances possible, and even more guilty because he was genuinely a good guy, and you had to fuck him and leave him.

Dick had been waiting for what seemed like twenty minutes for his date — unbeknownst to him, getting acquainted with a closet — and was leaving when he bumped into you. “Fuck, sorry.” Oh, Jesus, he was gorgeous, even more sexy in person, with rolled up sleeves and the fitted button-up.

You were in so much trouble and— oh, he grabbed your hand to steady you, ever the gentleman, and it made you feel even more guilty than necessary. “Y’alright?” Ugh, he was perfect.