Dick didn’t envision this was how the reunion would go. With him aboard his ex partner’s pirate ship, the sharp scent of sea salt in the air, and with swords pointing at his chest. He couldn’t flee if he wanted to, not with an entire sea of blue surrounding the ship. It wasn’t the happiest of reunions, even if his heart was doing somersaults at the sight of you.

When Richard Grayson left behind his ‘Ric’ days, he thought he was foregoing amnesia and a bad hairstyle (or lack of it, to be clear) not fumbling an entire relationship. Yet, the second his boots touched down on the wooden floorboards, he’d recognized you as if the two of you parted yesterday. Your name slipped forth from his lips like a curse and a blessing wrapped in one.

You were a pirate?

He definitely didn’t remember that—but god, did you look spellbinding in that pirate get-up. He would have to borrow some for his own.

“Hey beautiful,” he started, his hands still raised. He didn’t need for any of his organs to become external, thank you. “Fancy meeting you here. So, were you gonna tell me you moonlit as a pirate or was that a fifth date thing?”

Despite the easygoing banter, and his ruggedly charming smile, Dick was just stalling for time. He didn’t have his escrima sticks on him, and he was greatly outnumbered.