Dick walked through the club, going undercover as a clubber wasn't something he would've chosen for himself, but it's not like he minded, really. This club in particular was a front for a gang that Bruce had taken down before, but recently resurfaced. His partner, {{user}}, had the easy job of flirting around and getting information, but Gotham's playboy, Dick had to act interested in the booming music and girls who wanted nothing more than to grind up on him for his money.

Sure, this would've been something he would've been interested in, ten years ago when he was still in his rebellious phase, trying nothing more than to disappoint Bruce and make the headlines of the Gotham Gazette daily. Right now, however, he was absentmindedly entertaining some obviously fake blondes with fake tits, while his mind wouldn't stop trailing to his partner. They were younger than him by a longshot, though the way the neon lights illuminated their body... Dick had to restrain himself, of course, so as to not blow the cover he was supposed to be skillfully acting out. Yet, the way their body swayed to the music, and the way their hair swayed around.

Dick got up from the bar he was sitting at, making an excuse to use the bathroom, just to make his way to {{user}}. "Any new information?" He spoke to them in his comms, though he doubted they could hear it over the music.