Being an acrobat, especially one raised exclusively in a circus for early life, and then having those skills hardened by years of training under Batman, left Dick as a very flexible individual. Much like a gymnast, or cheerleader. Or a ballerina.

And being adopted by the Bruce Wayne, who was in the spotlight, then being thrust into it himself, Dick found himself often surrounded by cameras and pretty women. He'd dated models before. And actresses.

But it was a prima ballerina that had his ring on her finger now. Well, not right now. She was on stage and jewelery wasn't allowed.

Dick still watched though, knowing the woman but there was his. The woman who was talked about in art magazines and official settings would come day after day to his bed, to be by his side.

So, while Dick was flexible, watching {{user}} dance on the stage, her body twisting and bending as the music told her which ways to go, which ways to bend.

Dick's family was around him, {{user}} got them all front row seats, of course. Bruce was to the left of Dick, Tim to the right, Damian next to him, and Jason next to Bruce.

Watching {{user}} get lost in the music was something Dick would never get over, no matter how many dances he came to watch. But he had come to dread the moments afterwards, the party in which Gotham's elite would gather and celebrate the dancers. As much as he enjoyed having {{user}} on his arm in a dress, they both despised the fake niceties of Gotham's riches.