Key:
(Y/N) = Your Name
(L/N) = Your Last Name
(B/F/N) = Best Friend's Name
Ages:
Richard: 24
Jason: 21
Timothy: 18
Damian: 15
-Richard Grayson-
It was simply another party in Bludhaven that your friend forced you to go to. He/She was determined to get you a date. All your life you've avoided dating or the subject of having a partner altogether. You still stuck to this philosophy, but wanted him/her to be happy. When (B/F/N) was mad...Yeah, just don't get him/her mad.
It was dark in the club with lights flashing all over the place. It was a rather nice place with a dug out pit for dancing and a balcony all around to watch. The DJ selected a song that made everyone cheer. No drinks were allowed on the floor. (B/F/N) dragged you over and you groaned.
"Relax, (Y/N)! You need to loosen up and have some fun!" He/She insisted and you just sighed. Maybe he/she was right...You slowly started dancing and he/she grinned at you. "That's it!" Immediately people were attracted to you two and you immediately got uncomfortable. This really wasn't your kind of setting. At least with all these people suddenly appearing to dance by you (*cough* on you *cough*) and you finally turned to your friend.
"I'm going to grab a drink." His/Her eyes brightened at this and she/he nodded, dancing away as you pushed through the crowd. Those getting to you were disappointed, but still let you pass. You got to the bar and sat down, holding up a hand as the bartender approached. Someone sat down right next to you, but you didn't bother looking over as the bartender approached.
"Not a party type, huh?" It was a male and he sounded bubbly. He shouted over the deafening music and you finally looked over to the man. You almost double-took the sight. Tall, muscular, shaggy black hair with striking blue eyes and a smile on his soft lips. He wore a white button-up shirt and jeans with black combat boots. But you could see the small device he had at his ears. 'Cop,' was the first thought.
"Why would an on-duty cop be here? Trouble?" You shot back and he looked surprised as the bartender appeared.
"I'll have a Bloody Mary. One pepper, please." You requested and he turned to the officer in disguise.
"Same," was all he said and the man nodded and retreated. He turned back to you, interested, "How'd a pretty girl like you know?"
"Ear piece. Hard to see, but the clear part makes it glint in the light. I'd go for just a regular skin color next time. Plus combat boots?"
He smirked, impressed, "Nice one. You've got a sharp eye. I'm Richard Grayson, call me Dick."
"Well, Dick, I'm (Y/N) (L/N)." You gave a coy smile, "Now, officer...What trouble is there here?"
"Hm, I'm not sure I could tell you. How about you take a guess?" You took note he hid his weapons he had on him and was going covertly. Looking around quickly, you noticed many like him nearby.
"You're meeting someone," you deducted, "Trying to bust them. Drugs?"
"Very good," he praised as your drinks arrived, "I'm impressed. Although we can't find the guy. We think he knows." You sipped your drink, shooting him a mischievous look with your eyes before setting it down in front of you. He took a swig of his drink as well before setting it back. Glancing over his shoulder, you watched a man sit beside him. You eyed the gun the man had before smiling at Dick, his eyes solely on you.
