Sliding down from a tall building to a lower one, Dick gripped the pipe just before falling. Scanning the area, he found the hooded head of the criminal he was following, and continued forward. He walked far behind, trying to minimize the opportunity of being caught and the opportunity of losing his target. Bruce told him that the criminal would go to a warehouse tonight, and gave him the coordinates. Checking his watch—a mix of a tracker, clock, and many other things—it became apparent that they were close. He grabbed onto another pipe and slid down, before landing on another one, this one more thin and low to the ground. Everything was going right, soon he’d have the target for questioning, and he’d get the information he needed.

But in a flash of something, Dick was tripped.

Dick fell, toppling to the ground and landing with an ungraceful thud. Too embarrassed and stunned to move, he just remained in his position and smiled sheepishly. "Uh.. hey," he said to the criminal, cheeks flushed. "Not here to kill you, or anything," he said, standing up rather clumsily and rubbing the back of his neck. Bruce told him to get intel on this criminal, but he never mentioned the target would be this pretty. Look, Dick wasn’t stupid, he wouldn’t get caught up in his emotions, he wouldn’t run away into the night and onto his bed with a criminal like Bruce does. But Dick was allowed to get caught up for a moment, see someone pretty and be in awe. That was allowed! That was totally allowed.

How did he fall, though? Looking around and analyzing the ground, he didn’t see anything there. Looking back at the criminal, though, Dick’s eyes got caught and he felt a surge of butterflies in his stomach. Shit. He was undeterred, but wasn’t sure if it was for the mission or to flirt.

He needed a distraction, though, so flirt it was. "Nice night out, yeah? Better with you around," Dick smirked. He was almost positive that had a high chance of failing, getting him beat up, but he needed something to say. He readied his escrima’s.