<div class="floatleft">(http://momentummoonlight.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/themanhasstyle.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Nightwing<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Bat family<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fish Mooney's Bar | North Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Megan, Conner, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Dick couldn’t help but laugh at M'ganns blushing expression, or her spitting out her beer all over  Connor. It really was like the good old times, though maybe  a bit more grown up. Years ago it would have been Soda instead of beet, and it would been Wally or Artemis getting it spit all over them. And seeing her blushing expression, which he knew meant he’d struck a nerve in her, Dick couldn’t resist teasing her a bit more.<br/><br/><em>‘Good thing he didn't hear what really made you blush.  Though I don't know, maybe he would have been up for it.’</em>He thought to her with a mental chuckle.<em>‘Imagine that, the son of Superman and the son of Batman. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’ve read that fanfiction before. I could send you a copy.’ </em><br/><br/>And Conner’s apparent terror at Looking at Dick’s ass just fueled the older crime fighter.<br/><br/>“Ruined? I think you mean Improved.” Dick said with a wide smile. If there was one thing Dick thought himself good at, it was acrobatics. But if there were two things he was good at, they were acrobatics and being spontaneously witty. Okay, of the many things Dick was good at, one o them was self-evaluation. And he knew that, thanks to good genes, countless years of training, and a vain streak a mile wide, his ass was in a league most Models could only dream of.<br/><br/>As if to drive the point home, Dick got out of his seat and bent over so that M’gann and Conner both had a wonderful view of his derriere. Of course, as was his luck, it was at precisely the moment he was bending over and presenting like a proud peacock that one of his old friends, Wally West, came walking into the bar.<br/><br/>“Hey there Wally, good to see you.” Dick knew that his friend was fast, but sometimes it was scary just how fast he could be; He’d called Wally all of five minutes before, when he first saw Megan sitting alone in her booth.<br/><br/>“I was just showing off to Conner how cute Megan is when she blushes like that. And you know me, any opportunity to talk about my butt.” He explained to the newcomer as he got back into his seat.<br/><br/><br/><em>‘I honestly thought you’d be too busy to come over. You really stepped up in a big way Wally. I mean, you’re the only one of us sidekicks to take over for their mentor. You’ve done good West, you really have.’ </em>Dick gave his old friend a pat on the shoulder as he thought at Wally.<br/><br/><em>‘But no, I’m not on a job right now, and I wouldn’t have been able to plan all of this even if I’d wanted to. I honestly just came here seeing if I could scare up a few leads. Then i saw M’gann all by herself, I called you, and when I went over, Conner was here trying to chat up our favorite martian’</em><br/><br/>Much as he really did enjoy the mental communication, Dick knew he’d have to actually say something to keep the bartender and the few other patrons from getting suspicious. After all, they’d been throwing around real names. If anyone got suspicious they could look into them, and maybe start questioning why one of the richest people in Gotham was hanging out in a run down place like this. Or why Wally West, who lived in Central city, was in Gotham seemingly by random chance. Or why there were two people who seemingly didn’t exist. And maybe they'd even figure out that Megan, Wally, and Dick had never gone to the same school together.<br/><br/>“Ya know what, we should hang out like this more often. Get the old Graduating Class together, relive the good old days. I forgot how much fun it is.”<br/><em><br/>‘Don’t worry Conner, you’re invited too. You as much a part of the sidekick league as anyone else. And I’m sure you’ll get to punch something evil before the night is over. A quiet night like this means something is probably gonna go down.' </em>