You couldn't believe it. Dick Grayson had asked you out. It was like a dream come true.

He was the son of Bruce Wayne – everybody knows him – and frequented a café you worked at, exchanging flirts here and there; and then finally, today, he broke the question. "Do you want to hang out sometime?"

Of course you accepted, and here you stood with him, walking the park, searching for a place to eat.

"You okay? You seem a bit flustered," he hummed from beside you, eyebrows softly furrowed.