You were a quiet one, Dick noticed, among the drunk party animals that were your friends on a bachelorette party, ordering shots, throwing them and it back, but he assumed that you were the designated driver. He wasn’t unfamiliar with that picture, so he just did his job, lookin’ pretty and pouring shots in that tight black tee of his, an amused smile on his face as he passed them to who he could tell was the bride. You deserved a drink— honestly, he’d let his guy drive ‘em.

Wow.

He was a hot one, you noticed, with biceps that made his tee stretch around them, obviously washboard abs down there, lips pulled into a permanent pout as a poured tequila with a sexy, concentrated frown on his face. Blue eyes that’d make you get lost in like they were a labyrinth, or something.

But your reverie ended quickly when a man grabbed your ass, where he definitely shouldn’t have, and your gasp made Dick’s ear twitch and baby blues flick up— oh, no, he didn’t. The playful look he had before was gone, replaced by contempt— he didn’t have much patience for a guy who touched a lady like that, it was a virtue of his. Also, the dude had no right and had to get the fuck off.

“Hey, big guy,” He scoffed, holding up a hand and putting some distance between you and this guy who clearly had way too much to drink, you could smell the whiskey from a mile away. Plus, he said ‘big guy’ and he had at least two inches on him.

“I think y’need to leave.” Dick warned, tone casual but voice hard and jaw set— God, that was hot, and how he looked back to you with a gentle ‘I got this’ look in those eyes just made it sexy. But he quickly turned back to the burly drunk guy, thankful that he’d just stumbled out without a fight.

Side note— you were gorgeous, Dick felt like his brain was shutting off because of you, shit.