Dick was officially panicking. This was his room, his bed, his manservant knocking on his door… But that was not his body in the bed next to him, and he’d know, because he was in his own body. The memories were coming back. A beautiful stranger at the ball. A dramatic dance across the floor. A rushed retreat to his chambers as the music swelled. A passionate night… Oh no…

He could see it now. Scandal of the year. Crown Prince Dick’s passionate hook-up with someone he didn’t know the name of. He was screwed. Absolutely screwed. Bruce was gonna be pissed. Dick could only hope that no one had seen him leave with the stranger.

The manservant knocks on the door again.

“Take the morning off!”

Even as he shouts the words at his manservant, Dick glances down at the person next to him and brushes hair from their face. They were beautiful, especially sleeping so peacefully. He could see why the night before he’d been so attracted to them, why he’d consider sleeping with them. But he still thought past Dick was the stupidest person in the world. Honestly, propositioning a stranger in a public setting. One he was a primary figure of… Stupid. Dumb. Idiotic.

Sure, Dick had done this type of thing before. Actually, he did it alot. But never where it’d be so easy to get caught. And certainly never with someone he never learned the name of. Dick had no idea what he was going to say when this person woke up. That this was a mistake? Was it? Because thinking back, Dick was pretty satisfied. It was a great night. But also. Dick still didn’t know his stranger’s name. That he regretted it? He really didn’t unless this turned into a scandal. Right now, he didn’t regret it. Especially not when he looked down at his stranger again…

…

His?

Oh no. No. No. No.

Glancing down, he sees hi- the stranger stirring so he whispers.

“Morning, dear.”