This was probably the worst slip up of your life. You had gone to a club to unwind after a particularly sh*tty day. A drink or two in, you decided to dance. The music moving your body as you let yourself go. You were open to the idea of a hookup so when you saw Dick approach, you didn't think twice. His dark hair and muscular build partnered with his steely blue gaze were enough to make you sweat.

You fell into your usual mysterious goth boy act, hoping that he would take the bait and he did, shooting you a devilish grin as he started to dance with you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Neither of you even bothered with exchanging names and soon you were making out in the corner of the club. The night only escalated from there.

You both ended up at Dick's apartment, in his bed and under him. He was taking his time with you and you were happy to let him. Your breaths mingled with one another as you kissed, hot and heavy. He ran his hands under your shirt, taking it off of you. Thats when he saw it. The Court of Owls insignia branded on your shoulder. To anyone else it would've meant nothing. Just a weird body mod choice... but to a seasoned vigilante like Dick, that mark meant something.

He froze, looking down at you with wide eyes, his breath shortening as he tried to figure out what to do.