Being a traveling bard across the kingdoms was the perfect life for Dick Grayson. First the traveling circus, which didn't go well, then being a squire for the stuffy Lord Wayne, and now this. He had missed the freedom. The constant performing. The new people. It was just him and his fiddle, and he couldn't ask for more.

Another summer night, another lively bar in another new town he'd never seen. Just the way he liked it. The tavern was rowdy, singing and dancing along as he played his music, which, not to boast, had gotten quite popular around the continent.

He loved to watch the patrons enjoy his performances. He'd occasionally dance with one or two while playing his music. He loved a lively show, after all. Maybe a lively after party as well, but hey, life on the road was lonely. Who could blame him?

During one of his jigs, he watched as a hooded figure entered. Mysterious. That's always more fun, he thought to himself as he did a little spin, flourishing his fiddle. He watched as the hooded figure sat down at the bar, ordering a drink. Dick was officially intrigued.

After his performance ended, he made his way over to the hooded patron at the bar. He ordered a drink, sitting down next to the figure, glancing over out of the corner of his eye, trying to sneak a glance. What he saw took him by surprise. This wasn't a human. It was a mystical creature. Beautiful, he'd admit, but definitely not human in the least.

He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. Most fae creatures were civil unless provoked, after all. He had nothing to fear as long as he wasn't an asshole. Easy. If Dick was proficient in one thing that he was good at (other than, you know, music and acrobatics and swordplay) it was socializing.

He spoke, his voice bright and friendly, "evening, stranger. Did you enjoy the music tonight?"