He was Bruce Wayne’s first ward, his first son. You were third ward, first daughter, not even granted the hand-me-down of the Robin mantle. An enigmatic Gotham socialite and even more so as the vigilante Claw. You and Dick got along… just fine, now that you were grown. There had been… tensions in past that unfortunately seeped into the public realm.

Now stood side by side at a Gala, trained smiles in place- the very picture of class and poise, the public still gazed with piqued distaste.

“Would it pain you to smile?” Dick whispered through his perfect teeth.