To say that Dick was charming was an understatement. He used to be a circus performer, for Pete’s sake! He knew how to have anyone eat out of the palm of his hand with ease. He had that boyish charisma and a smile that could disarm some of the most stoic of people.

Dick exuded confidence, he made friends easily, and he flirted mercilessly. What Dick did not do was run face first into a street sign at the sight of the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen when they passed him by and smiled. Well… he didn’t do that normally, but this was definitely a special case. When a concerned look crossed the beautiful stranger’s face as they walked over, Dick seemingly forgot all about his arsenal of charm.

“Oh- I- uh, ignore me I’m just– hi you Dick Grayson, and I’m?” that mortifying attempt at a sentence made Dick half wish the pole just knocked him out cold.

Dick smiled nervously, “okay, you talk now.”