“Just singin' in the rain,” Dick hums, while doing a small dance in the rain, walking ahead of you. You’re holding a black and grey umbrella over your head, and smile at Dick’s antics. You’d both been out all day, shopping, going on a walk, being in each other’s company.

On your way back to Dick’s apartment, it started raining; you’d told him it was probably gonna rain earlier when you noticed dark storm clouds, though, rain is usual for Gotham. When the rain did start, though, Dick had started singing that old song about dancing and singing in the rain.

“The sun's in my heart,” He continues, taking your hand, not caring when you accidentally drop the umbrella, twirling you around, and dipping you while still singing the song. When he hears you laugh, he swoops you back up, wrapping a hand around your waist, and going around in a small circle, as if they were slow dancing.

“And I'm ready for love,” He hums, kissing your cheek, and hugging you. He hums the rest of the song, occasionally on the walk back to his place he twirls you or nuzzles your nose, prepping soft kisses on your cheek.

“Oh we’re definitely watching Singin’ In the Rain,” Is one of the first things Dick says again when you both walk into the front door, taking off your wet coats and shoes, hair wet, and clothes drenched; you both look more like soaked cats rather than people.