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"There's nothing here for you, Dick."
"I think there is," he replies smoothly, flashing you a charming smile. Your eyes narrow and you lift your chin.
"There's a city full of people who would trip over their own feet to get a night with you. Go find one of them," you say, your tone clipped, before you turn on your heel and walk towards the front door of Wayne Manor.
"What? No, I - wait -" He moves to chase you and you sigh, rounding on him.
"Dick. I was here to talk business with Bruce and that's it. If you still, after all your trying, think you can charm your way into my bed and use my body whenever you feel then you don't know me at all. You're nice… and you're pretty. But no one's that pretty. Not to me." You turn to leave again and Dick stops you, gently reaching out to wrap his fingers around your wrist.
"That's not… I'm sorry. I must have given you the wrong impression," he says, and instead of the flash of charming smile that you're used to, the one he gives you now is softer, more open. You hold still, waiting for him to explain himself. "I'm not interested in a hook-up - not with you. I'm interested in, well, a lot more than that."
"Oh," you say, eyes shifting around and feet shuffling ever so slightly. Dick loosens his grip on your wrist, giving you the freedom to bolt if you decide to. "I don't… oh. Um," you falter.
"It's okay," Dick assures, giving your wrist a reassuring squeeze before letting you go. "Just give it some thought."
You stare at him for a long time after that before breathing out an "okay," and spinning around to walk out the door. Dick sighs, slumping against the nearby wall and burying his head in his hands. Jason walks by and Dick doesn't even have the energy to go after him when he laughs, throwing a "wow, yea, you're not fucking this up at all huh," in Dick's direction.