"Grumpy guys that dress like bats?"
"He has to have a cell phone. How do you get a hold of him, then?”
"Whoa whoa," Dick held up his hands. "This is definitely one of my top ten all time favorite fantasies, but I didn’t say fuck buddy. That’s crude."
"What, then? If it’s not just sex, then what the hell do you want from me, Grayson?"
"I’ll keep dreaming if I have to, but.." He looked at her and smiled.
"But what, Grayson? You want me to be your fuck buddy, is that it? Play out some high school fantasy you had, or something?"
"Mmhm. Keep thinkin’."
"He took it back." Dick hesitated. "We could relive that night if you loved it so much."
"He did? He’s… He’s back?"
"Been thinkin’ about it, have you?"
"How could you not, right?" Dick smirked and raised an eyebrow before sighing. "I don’t just leave for the fun of it you know, and I loved it."
"I know. Still, just ‘cause you’ve taken up your dad’s mantle doesn’t mean you have to do everything the same way.”
She smirked a bit.
"And I loved it, too."
"Don’t get this twisted," Dick chuckled. "I asked you first."
"Fine. I’m saying… The disappearing act is getting old. And I liked it. Your turn.”