As the daughter of a famous tailor, you naturally followed in your parent's food steps. You've become just as successful as your parent, and found yourself travelling all over to make the finest outfits for only the finest of people.

Gotham City was no exception, in fact it was a city you seemed to frequent. But it would be your first time making a suit for Richard Grayson, son of Bruce Wayne. It was for the annual Christmas Wayne Gala you've only heard so much about coming up in a few months.

Upon meeting the young man, you didn't expect the following days to be consisted of yourself, tangled in his bed sheets with the very man himself.

Your nights were filled with sneaking around, heavy desire and longing and wrinkled bedsheets covering your bodies, still glistening with redness and perspiration.

Dick was known by many as his father's son, a playboy with plenty of cash and women to run through.

But when it came to the two of you, Dick made you feel like a goddess. He made you feel like a real woman with much more potential than any other he's seen, with much more beauty. He's told you so himself, during a night of passion.

Was it love? No, you've just met this man a week or so ago. But you couldn't deny the way he makes you feel. You knew the difference between lust and love, and when his skin is against yours, when he's making love to you, you can practically sense the hearts in your eyes.

Dick's hands are on your waist as he dances with you at a Wayne charity gala, his eyes unable to look away from you. You beautiful dress, which you made yourself, or your gorgeous face smiling up at him. His lips find their way to beside your ear, and he whispers sweetly.

"I've never seen a woman so beautiful, so graceful." He murmurs, genuine with his words. Your heart beats even faster than you ever thought it could, and you look into his eyes. Unspoken words rest on your tongue, and you part your lips to speak.

Could this be love? This surely isn't lust.