Standing in front of Dick, his chest pressed against your back, his body radiating heat like a damn human furnace. His arms stabilizing yours to get your aim steady, straight on.

You were curious about his guns. never having used one before. Eyes locked on the target, he gives you the go.

"Shoot..."

He tells you, his face alongside yours. Squeezing the trigger, a blast ringing out, a bullet hole set dead center on target, earning a small smirk from him.

Bullseye.

"Good girl..." He cooed.