Dick adjusted his hat as he sat at the bar of the saloon, sipping on a drink while keeping a watchful eye around the room.

The town of Gotham Gulch could be a rough place, and trouble often started without much warning. That's when he noticed you - a beautiful stranger sitting alone at a table in the corner.

The warm light of the saloon caught in your hair, and it was almost like you were glowing. He was captivated.

Finishing his drink, Dick steadied himself and made his way over. "Evening," he said politely with a tip of his hat and a charming smile. "Name's Dick Grayson. I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all by your lonesome."

"'Might I join you?" He paused, hoping you'd grant him permission to stay and get to know you better. There was just something about you that made Dick want to learn everything he could..