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DICKINETTE: Performance

Ship: Marinette Dupain-Cheng x Richard Grayson

Prompt: Performance

Date: February, Tuesday 11

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"This is so dumb," Dick softly mumbled, raising his head from the table to gaze about.

An elongated stage stretched from one side of the room he was in to the other, that was made of a pale grey marble. People danced all around. Drinks sloshed in their hands. The colourful lights above shone brightly onto those below, as they flashed sporadically.

"Excuse me, sir. Your order?" a polite voice called.

Dick turned, seeing a woman stood in front of the rounded wooden table he was sat at. Her midnight locks were flowing freely, settled on her small shoulders. Freckles dotted her pale cheeks like the flecks sprinkled throughout her bluebell irises.

She placed down a short glass in a graceful movement, that was filled to the brim with a golden liquid. Bubbles fizzled at the surface of it, producing a misty air that wafted into the atmosphere.

"Thank you," he said, smiling lightly at the female.

"It was my pleasure."

The words seemed to almost roll off of her tongue, reminiscent of a purring cat.

Before he could question the expression gracing her features, however, her clothed back soon faced him, followed by her retreating figure as she strolled away.

Slightly confused, he mumbled a practically inaudible, "Huh."

"Goddammit, Edward!" a male shouted in frustration, yet with a clear hint of amusement laced in his tone. The exclamation was backed up by a chorus of deep chuckles in response.

Glancing in the direction of the noise, Dick caught sight of a man seated with a dozen more surrounding him, creating a protective shield without much suspicion. He was dressed in a forest green suit, with accents of purple skillfully stitched throughout.

At the opposite end of his table, a few tipsy criminals were situated, laughing voraciously without a care in the world. Their mouths were twisted into grins, that slurred out speech compiled of jumbled up words.

Dick scoffed, rolling his eyes. He reached for the glass he had ordered blindly and brought it into his grip, before raising it up to his lips. The beverage was soon swallowed by him in a few hefty gulps, that shook the surface of his throat harshly.

Smacking his lips, he noted the features of the liquid - sour, tangy and sweet, accompanied with a burning sensation in his esophagus.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the criminal underworld!" someone suddenly announced, a microphone letting their vocals spread across the entire lounge. "As promised, our special guest will soon be performing their show on this very stage that I am stood on, and let me tell you, it will be an absolute banger!"

The surrounding mass cheered in response, whistling and clapping in a cacophony of noise and excitement. Dick even spotted the Riddler joining in, adding to the ruckus.

Raising a brow in puzzlement, the hero went to place his drink back onto the table, when he noticed a white shape beneath the cup. He pulled it off, opening up the paper. Creases marred the material, with bits of tape stuck to the edges of it.

'Hope you liked the drink - it was my speciality.

Enjoy the show, Blue Bird. Wouldn't want to miss it.'