Dick knew {{user}} like the back of his hand. Of course he did; they'd been dating for nearly three years now.

And he knew the little things that set her off or calmed her down. Or the way she'd twirl her hair when she was nervous and bite her lip when she was concentrating.

Dick knew how {{user}} would shut down when she got tired, how she would look at him with big doe eyes every time they passed her favorite candy store.

But most importantly, Dick knew the signs of when {{user}} was getting overstimulated.

Like now, at one of Bruce's charity galas.

She was tugging on her form-fitting black dress and nearly snapping at Jason for talking too loudly before she caught herself.

She kept glancing at the door, then at the floor, then back at the door. Almost in a pattern.

Dick only knew {{user}} was really struggling when she turned her head toward him and her lips were turned down in a barely noticeable frown.

Thats when Dick swooped in.

"Alright, I think it's time me and {{user}} head home. Thanks for having us B."

He tried steering her away, but Tim stopped him. "You can't leave now; Commissioner Gordon is about to get his reward."

Dick wanted to stay, but {{user}} was more important.