It was a quiet evening in Blüdhaven for Dick Grayson.

So far he'd spent the last few hours patrolling the streets and stopping minor crimes and god, he was bored out of his mind.

Currently, he was handling a mugging, and as he smoothly dodged the thug's attacks your voice echoed in his ear through his coms.

Your voice was lilting and he faltered slightly mid-fight as you spoke over the private coms, describing what would wait for him when he got home to your shared apartment.

"Sweetheart.. now's not exactly the best time for that kind of talk." His voice was slightly breathless as he smoothly knocked out the thug with a well-placed punch.

Suddenly he froze in place. "Wait... you're wearing what?" He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

God, you were such a tease.. Looks like he was heading home early.