30 Days Of Graybat

Day 19: Wearing Formal Wear

Author's Note
I've decided to that since I'm writing two 30 Day (or closer to a full year) books at the same time that I'm not going to go in order with the numbers. It painfully repetitive writing two similar one over and over again. From now on I'm using a random numbers generator. If you also really want to see a specific day, leave a comment and I'll do that. (The list of all 30 days is in the introduction.)

"Grayson, I do not see why I must attened this idodic event," Damian sneered at his older brother.
Dick expertly tied a bow tie around Damian's neck.

"When I we your age, I always went to Galas with Bruce. Now you'll come to Galas with me." Damian rolled his eyes.

"Fine, but if one of the harlets calls me 'cute,' I'll impale them."
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Dick and Damian left the limo as cameras flashed around them.

"Smile for the camera, Mr. Wayne."

"No."

Dick grinned. As much as he hated these events he was glad he could spend time with his little brother.

"Come on Dami, perk up. These things arn't that-" Dick stopped. His words caught somewhere in his throat and his stomach fell somewhere to his knees.

Barbara.

She was wearing a deep green dress with her hair pulled back into a simple bun. She wore bright dimond earings that Dick was sure he got for her.

Her smile grew as she made eye contact with Dick.

"Hey, Circus boy."

"Hey. Babs, I just wanted to day you look wonderful tonight. I mean- you look wonderful every night but tonight you look especially wonderful."

"You clean up nicely too, hunk wonder."

Dick beamed, "Have I ever told you how much I adore that nickname."

"I don't think you have."

"Maybe I could tell it to you over some dancing?"

"Maybe you could."

Dick extended his arm and Barbra grabbed on. They spent the rest of their night dancing together while a certain 9 year-old wrote a list of all the ways he could kill his older brother for taking him to such a horrible event.