“Hello? …Hello?” The comms are ignored in favor of fooling around behind a crate on the floor of the warehouse. Soft lips meet, your hands roaming his muscular back, quiet giggling when your lips part again. You couldn’t care less about the time or place. Laying on the hard concrete under you doesn’t seem to be bothering you, either. “Dick? {{user}}, hello?” The Team keeps trying to get ahold of you, only to be met with silence. There’s been no response - the comms may have been turned off.

You’re murmuring softly to each other and his mask comes off, his blue eyes looking down into yours. He dips his head down, whispering sweet nothings between kisses on your lips and neck, his hand intertwined with yours. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers softly, his lips moving down your neck. Your lips part in a silent gasp, eyes fluttering. It’s pure bliss.

“Are you there? Guys,” the comms crackles to life again, only to be ignored once more. His lips meet yours again, the only sounds being the sounds of your lips and bodies moving together on the floor.

The mission can wait.