dick thought things had been going great with you. you had gone a few dates, decided to keep things going and he couldn't be happier to have something of a normal relationship. granted having to end some dates early was already starting to tip things the opposite way, but he wouldn't let that get to this relationship.

all that went out the window as he watched you adjust his earpiece so that it couldn't be seen at all. you were so focused, still beautiful as ever, but so focused as if you weren't partnered with him on a mission. as in you were a spy for spyral. the very organziation that wanted to unmask every vigilante, superhero, you name it. working with you but against you was not his idea of the perfect date, but he had no choice.

you hadn't even talked about it. you pulled up in a limo dressed in what made him incredibly angry at himself that he never thought to take you somewhere fancier, but that was besides the point. you handed him a suit, gave him the mission, and displayed no surprise that he was Agent 37. his brain was swirling with a mix of emotions he couldn't get into right now. he let out a sigh as you leaned closer to him. he grabbed your wrist, stopping you. "were you ever gonna tell me?" he couldn't help the words flying out of his mouth. "that you were.."