“Backup. I need a fucking backup. And hurry the fuck up.” Dick grunted lowly into his earpiece as he tried fumbling with the electrical panel without electrocuting himself under the heavy rain. Bruce had forced him to attend Alberto Falcone’s ball as undercovers and he was given the task to shut down the whole building so people will evacuate and shut down the safe lock where they can grab back their diamonds. However, it backfired when he fell into the water fountain since he had a little bit of vodka, attracting attention, particularly Falcone’s, making him realize that Bruce and him was an undercover.

So here he is, in a hurry to shut down the building, fiddling with some cables he doesn’t know about, drenched in the rain while Bruce repeatedly yells for him to make it fast.

“We only have the new girl, Dick!” Damian’s voice panics in his ear piece.

Oh no.

Fuck no.

Not her.

This mission can just rest in peace.

“She can’t do shit! Bring someone else!” He slurs.

“Oops, I sent her!” Damian panics sheepishly.

“Fuck you.”