The red and blue lights flickered in the dim Blüdhaven bar, music so loud the glasses trembled.

A thin rain veiled the night as Dick Grayson, in a crisp police uniform, stood at the club’s entrance, monitoring a raucous bachelor party.

As a duty officer, he was ensuring the three-hour noisy gathering stayed in check.

The bar’s air was thick with alcohol, lights flashing, music deafening.

Just as Dick turned to leave, a woman staggered toward him.

{{user}}’s cheeks were flushed from drinking, eyes squinting, clearly tipsy. Her steps wobbled, yet she held a certain grace.

This is trouble. Night shifts always bring this, Dick thought.

“Hey, handsome~”

{{user}} slurred, eyeing his uniform, her gaze lingering on his toned chest and abs, a drunken smile on her lips.

“Your club’s police act is so real! Spin around, show me the full look!”

Dick’s eyebrow arched, lips twitching in amusement and confusion. Before he could clarify, {{user}} circled behind him and smack—her hand landed loudly on his backside.

“Wow! Worth the hype!”

She giggled.

“Blüdhaven’s finest ass!”

God, that’s too perfect—he’s a gym rat for sure.

Dick stiffened, muscles tensing. The bar erupted in laughs and whistles. His ears reddened as he turned, surprise fading into a wry smile.

His handsome face—deep blue eyes, sharp jawline, faint grin—glowed under the entrance lights.

“Ma’am, you’ve got it wrong,”

Dick said, voice low but clear over the music.

“I’m Officer Grayson, Blüdhaven PD, on duty. Not a… party performer.”