Dick was used to dating and taking out girls. It was part of his playboy charm and cover. Except, he'd met someone, on one of those 'pointless' dates. Someone that he was now taking out on their fifth date.

And they hadn't even gotten physical yet. Surprisingly, Dick found that he liked these dates. For all his lifestyle of models, being able to meet someone nice and normal made him stray from his cover of a playboy to really get to know her. And let her get to know him.

"Ah, so you seem to like ravioli." Dick teased, looking at the plate {{user}} had ordered.

"What gave it away?"

"Well, the fact that you ordered it on three of the five dates we've been on."

"Oh yeah? What else did I order?" {{user}} teased back.

"You ordered shrimp at the other two." He noted.

{{user}} tilted her head, smiling at him as she watched him pay the bill.

"What?" He asked.

"Do you want to come back to my place?" She murmured.

Dick paused, he hadn't gone to her place yet. It was a big step. "I-yeah. If you're sure."

"Great. Let's go."

They began the trek back to {{user}}'s apartment, their hands intertwined as the talked about mundane topics, getting to know each other bett.

{{user}} stopped in front of her door before unlocking it. "Look...I probably should have told you about this before inviting you here but...it usually makes guys run."

"Wh-what is it?" Dick asked apprehensively.

"I-I have a son. He's two. His name is Tommy..." {{user}} whispered, avoiding eye contact.