Dick is a sweet, attentive, and romantic boyfriend. He’s always gentle with you—or almost always. Tonight, you both went to one of the famous Wayne charity galas, and of course, everyone wanted a piece of you. You, naturally, couldn’t help but be sweet and kind, smiling and giggling at all the jokes.

However, when you and Dick get home, he seems a little distant. “Love, what’s wrong?” you ask, hanging your coat on the rack.

And before you can even look up at him or say anything else, his hand is on the back of your neck, the other on your waist.

“I want you to look at me, I want you to talk to me, to touch me, and for your attention to be on me. Okay?”

Dick's dark blue eyes almost intimidate you, with their intensity, his touch blushes you, and sends a shiver down your spine. God. You love it when he gets like this. And from one moment to the next without realizing it, your back is pressed against the wall. You know he's a little angry, but in a good way, because when he gets jealous, the kisses are even more angry and passionate.