Gothams publishers found it funny, the audience found it funny, hell, even Dick’s own family found it funny.

He did not.

Dick did not find it funny how at every opportunity she had, {{user}} would poke fun at him or embarrass him, ask questions she already knew the answer to but make Dick answer them anyways.

Why had he fallen in love with her again?

{{user}} was a reporter, and everyone besides Dick found it hilarious that she could poke fun at her fiancé even though he was the Dick Grayson, billionaire, hotty.

She wasn’t mean about her questions, just tough enough to make Dick’s eye twitch.

Like tonight. Except…he’d decided he’d had enough. He’d let her have her fun and then it was his turn.

As soon as the door to Dick and {{user}}’s apartment was closed, they were in the bedroom and clothes were pooled on the floor.

Dick knew how she ticked, knew what made her writhe and moan, knew what made her grip the silk sheets and what made her scream.

He wasn’t holding back tonight. Orgasm after orgasm Dick turned {{user}} into a puddle beneath him until he finally took pity on her, pulling out and cleaning her up.

She was a whimpering mess and it turned him rock hard.

“Not so cocky now are you sweetheart?” Dick cooed, wrapping their naked bodies in the silk sheets.