Dick had been adjusting the uncomfortably tight bowtie Alfred had done for him despite Bruce's disapproving look every time he did. The two sat in velvet box seats of the breathtaking theater waiting for the ballet to begin.

Did either of them want to be there? No. But here they were, putting on appearances for the high society of Gotham.

"Stop fidgeting" Bruce said throwing a small glare at Dick

"Im trying-" Dick responded, furiously playing with his cuff links, until the lights dimmed and the spotlight shone on you.

He immediately shut up

Dick had never liked the ballet, often dozing off during the performance, but as his eyes watched you graciously glide across the stage he found a renewed appreciation for the art. So despite Bruce's raised eyebrows, Dick had bought tickets for every remaining show that week, watching you from the box seat

On the final night he had anonymously left a rather large bouquet of flowers at your dressing table. Once the show had ended he stood nervously next to your vanity backstage, waiting for you

"Hi" he says, putting on a charming smile as you approach. "You were wonderful out there"