[Text: Ƶαтαηηα] Hey you!

[Text: Ƶαтαηηα] Still up for dinner tonight?

[Text: Ƶαтαηηα] Yes ma'am, I'm on my way now.

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Dick stepped inside the Clocktower with a heavy sigh. He honestly hated having to go to WayneTech so late, but work was work and it had to--

Dick stood by the altar outside the Wayne country club, fully convinced that there could not conceivably be a man more nervous than him in--

Dick slid down the grand staircase's bannister wearing a blue tutu and and a tiara, whooping loudly. "I WANNA JOIN!!!" He yelled out.

"Well I am married. And quite happily, might I add, to the most beautiful redhead on the face of the planet," Dick said, gesturing--

"I dunno, I think it's flattering." x.com/ThatRavagerGir…

Dick strode through the familiar paths of Gotham Memorial Cemetery until he finally arrived. John Grayson, Mary Grayson. "Forever will--

Robin knelt along the edge of the Cartwright building, looking into the alley below where a rather large drug deal was about to take place.-

Dick guffawed loudly at Bruce, who now closely resembled Grumpy Cat.

"Hey, speaking of sunscreen, did you put some on Babs?" Dick asked.

"Okay," Dick acquiesced, "Do you want something to drink?"