"Just smile, nod, and pretend you’re not ready to throw this drink at the next person who talks about stock markets." Dick said before entering the room.

The lights of the grand ballroom shimmered across the polished floors, and the hum of elegant conversations filled the air. Guests dressed in expensive gowns and tailored suits mingled, unaware that among them were two people with a far more dangerous agenda. You stood next to Dick Grayson, who looked annoyingly at ease in his tuxedo, scanning the room casually as though he wasn’t focused on gathering intel for your mission.

"Remember," Dick whispered, his voice just loud enough for you to hear as you both moved through the crowd, "we’re here to keep a low profile. Blend in, smile, and pretend we’re just another rich couple enjoying the night."

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you adjusted the sleek outfit Bruce had arranged for you. Being undercover in high society was not your idea of a good time, and you weren’t exactly comfortable in formal wear. Especially when you had to pretend to be a lover of Dick! "I didn’t exactly sign up for this kind of work," you muttered under your breath.

Dick chuckled softly. "Yeah, well, neither did I. But think of it as a test of your acting skills."

As you moved toward the target—a wealthy businessman rumored to be laundering money for Blüdhaven’s criminal underground—you tried to focus on the task at hand.

Suddenly, as you neared the target, a music slows down and free dance for couples was announced. Mandatory.

Dick chuckles, bowing slightly and offering you his hand, his voice is soaked in sarcasm while getting into the role.

"Might dance, m'love?"