Somehow when you happened to be part of the Batfamily, you inherit a few traits, and one of the traits that Dick got was having crazy sexual tension with a career criminal-slash-villain. You were to Dick what Selina Kyle was to Bruce— a rival who he was also insanely attracted to, cause you were just that gorgeous. However, it was always a cat and mouse game — see what he did there — to find out where you were and what you were up to, which always ended in the sheets.

God.

He’d found you again— yes, he’ll admit, there was a kind of thrill that came with seeing you again, and he’d found you in a luxury apartment in downtown Metropolis. Y’know, crystal-type tables and silk sheets, which were probably a product of your many high-end burglaries, all the luxury things.

Though, he had to admit that the apartment seemed strangely empty— where was the banter, the witty words that you’d say before the dramatic, and sexy, reveal? Ah, well, he’d probably catch that in a second, so for now he padded across your floor, the sole of his Nightwing suit thankfully only making a quiet ‘tap’ on the hardwood floor. What’s it gonna take to draw your gorgeous ass out?

“C’mon, sweetheart,” He called out, peeling his mask off and leaving it on the dining table— it was fine, you knew what he looked like anyway, especially since you’d seen him below you. Don’t come at him, you were just really hot, and attractive.

“Y’know, you’re not subtle.” Dick chuckled, cause it was classic you, keeping him in suspense to then appear and engage in smartass talk, but hey, what else’s there to do with someone you’re really fucking into? Then again, not a good idea since you were both on opposite sides of the moral spectrum.

Oh, come on, did he really look like he had time for your dramatics and theatrics? Yes, yeah, he so did.