For a nine-year-old, Dick Grayson was looking pretty smooth. He had his dark hair gelled back, his tailor-made tux (that just screamed ward of Bruce Wayne) contrasted perfectly with his fair skin and icy blue eyes. Even at that age, Dick had style…and a way with the ladies.
“Come on Gordon! I know you want to!” Dick teasingly insisted to his fiery companion.
“No in a million years Grayson.” Barbara snapped back. Her fiery red hair was curled to perfection for this special occasion and her sparkling green dress matched her eyes to a tee. Her white tights were already ripped from climbing under that des