"I honestly don't know how to feel about this," Dick says, staring at himself in the mirror before he glances at you, then continues staring at himself.

He has to go to a nightclub, to a disco heaven for a mission, so you made him a new suit. You call it Discowing. It's your brainchild, and it is beautiful.

"Why did you even make the suit?" he asks. Dick quickly adds, "Not that I don't like it, of course. I'm just... a little confused."