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Dick Grayson	The iceberg lounge. The rich and powerful converge here. White suits, sleek dresses, fancy cars...not to mention, the lounge itself is dimly lit and loud with music. dancers in ice cages dance the night away. One of the Wayne's was here, earning noticeable recognition and hushed words. The Wayne in question? Richard Grayson-Wayne. The first of his adopted sons and his most recognizable. He wore a pitch black suit with a blue tie, a black watch and a pair of black rings on his middle and ring finger on his right hand. He sits on one of the couches, a wine glass in his hand - sangria? A smile on his face as he witnesses the proceedings.
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop hasn't done the high society thing in a while. Since she started slinging arrows and solving mysteries, she's mostly been in bad neighborhoods hanging around with regular people. Or kicking their asses, now and then. She never felt super comfortable in these kinds of company, but it's even more so now that she sees the disparities in the world. Not that she's about to give up her money. She's sympathetic but not crazy. She's wearing a suit of her own, black on white with a purple tie, her dark hair spilling around her shoulders and down for once. She's managed to get away from a few finance bros who were trying to hit on her at the bar (all while subtly making cutting remarks about her not wearing a dress), and she flops on the couch next to Dick, "If any of those guys ask, you're my boyfriend and you have mob connections," she says casually. "Long time no see."
Dick Grayson	Duck was humming a tube to himself, his eyes searching. The Moroni's are here. As are some members of the Falcone organization. Some members of government...but Dick is looking for Penguin. The man himself. Then Kate flops down next to him, asking him to be a fake boyfriend. "Good to see you too, Kate." To make it look good, he tries to put his arm around her. "I'm kinda surprised to see you here though. Thought you hated shindigs like this?" He grins at her. Makes two of them, honestly. He looks her over. "You look good in suits."
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop straightens her tie and grins a bit, "I know," she says playfully. "Eh, I've been slumming it for a while and I just wanted to go someplace where it didn't smell like stale beer and body odor. Although those boys at the bar kind of violated that rule. I didn't know Axe Body Spray had a premium formula," she says. She flags a waitress and orders a martini, extra olives and flops back, "But I haven't been to Gotham in ages. How're things for you? Still on Bruce Wayne's trust fund or did he make you get a real job?" she teases.
Dick Grayson	Dick is all smiles. He remembers Kate explicitly. All the times they met up and hid away from their respective families to pretend to be normal for a bit. Good times. And bad lectures. "I know that feeling well. Can't tell you how often I've just gone to slums and just hit up dives. A baseball cap and glasses do wonders for a disguise." He smirks. "You have no idea. Axe and Old Spice, mix it and kill it." He sips his wine. "Hah, more like I got myself a real job. I'm a detective with GCPD. It doesn't pay the best, but it's a good job for me. All responsible and stuff." He grins, bumping her shoulder. "What about you? Got a job? An actual boyfriend?"
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop luckily has not gotten her martini yet or she might have done a spit take, "You're a COP??!" she says incredulously, "Holy shit. Would not have called that," she says. "Kinda the same business, though. I'm a PI back in New York. Hawkeye Investigations. Cause I'm Hawkeye. The second one. I made friends with the first one and...look, it's a long story. Suffice to say, I have beaten supervillain ass and lived to tell the tale," she grins.
Dick Grayson	Dick almost jumps at her surprise. "What? Am I too much of a party-boy?" Dick asks her, his eyes scanning the club for any sign of his mark, until his eyes come to rest on Kate again. Oh yeah. He forgot she was Hawkeye for a minute. "Hah, yeah, I know that feeling. Maybe we can tackle a case sometime?" Dick smiles at her, a glint in the blue of his eyes. Though he smirks. "Atta girl." Hed high five her, but rich boyfriends don't do high fives! So instead, he looks at her lips. "Should come visit NYC anyway - been a hot minute since I've been in the big Apple."
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop gets her martini and pulls out an olive on a toothpick, chomping it quickly and swallowing before she answers. "I do seem to recall you and I both breaking a law or two in our day. Curfew. Drinking laws. The occasional bit of trespassing..." she says. "Hey, if you wanna help out on a case, I'd welcome it. If you can keep up, of course. In my experience, most regular cops just aren't quite up to the task a lot of the times," she teases.
Dick Grayson	"Good times. Even broke a few collegiate laws. Donf think there's any fraternizing between fraternities and sororities." He winks at her playfully. "Makes you wish being kids, doesn't it?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "I'm not a regular cop. Just like you're not a regular PI." He smiles, looking competitive. "I'd leave you in the dust, KB."
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop eats one of her other olives and shrugs, "Eh, I dunno. We had fun, but I like bein' in charge of myself. I wasn't good at doing what I was told and it got me in so much trouble," she says. Some trouble that she wishes she hadn't gotten, that eventually got her to pick up her bow and arrow and start using them on people instead of targets. The rage she felt has tempered with time, but it's still there, buried. She tries not to think about it. "You better not let them hear you say that down at the precinct, they'll be dipping your donuts in the toilet," she says. "If I can keep up with an Avenger, I'm pretty sure I can keep up with you, Dickie boy."
Dick Grayson	Dick can tell. How she seems to get serious. How she appears to get introspective and surprisingly reflective. She was always a rebel, but to know her nature was being used for good was comforting. "Hope not. I like my doughnuts." But Kate boasts about being able to keep up with Avengers. Dick can keep up with near anybody (except Bart. That guy is /WAY TOO FAST/). "We'll see about that, Katie." He grins. "Should I do a boyfriend thing and kiss you?"
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop turns her head sharply at that last remark. In truth, the guys at the bar have mostly moved on from the girl who insulted them and don't seem inclined to come and cause any trouble. "It would add a ring of truth to my claims, I guess," she grins. "Although whatever floosie you brought along will probably get jealous and then I'll have to kick her butt and I'll end up having to get you to bail me out..." she says. But she definitely didn't say no.
Dick Grayson	Dick seems to look pleased by her lack of saying no. Though he looks at her, she may notice that no such floosie has come back to join Dick where he had sat. Taking supermodels to these things was more Bruce's tactic. Though Kate suggests she'll have to kick the ass of another woman to prove her superiority, and Dick just couldn't help but laugh, reaching for her chin. He tries to turn her to face him. If she does, he'll lean forward to press his lips against hers. It's not greedy, it doesn't take more than she's willing to give. It's a walk, not a race. His lips would gladly play with hers, slow and steady. Yet no small amount of feeling behind it. He's been waiting to do that for a long time. "I think I can live with that."
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop is surprised by the intensity of the kiss, making a little squeaking sound at first and then melting into it a bit more. Dick is obviously an extremely attractive man, just as he was an extremely attractive teenager. Tomboyish as she was, she always figured he was more into the girly girl types. To be fair, sometimes she's into the girly girl types, too. Just not always. When she's allowed to take a breath again, she says softly, "Well. Bring on the ass-whupping, then," she says.
Dick Grayson	"Mmmm...." Despite how Kate saw herself, she was an extremely attractive woman. Dick's had a bit of a crush on her for years! Though as they kiss, his hand comes up to cup her cheek, to stroke some of the flesh and hair there with his fingers. Then, finally, after a few moments they pull away to breathe air. "I didn't bring anyone." Dick explains with a cheeky smile. "I've been wanting to do that for awhile." He looks around. "Should I expect the real boyfriend to try and kill me?"
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop is definitely taken off guard, her cheeks flushing intently as those fingers brush against them. "Uhhhhhh...no, no, nothing like that. I haven't had a boyfriend in...a while," she says. "Kinda been focusing on the arrow shooting and superheroing and...stuff...like that..." she says. "I didn't... I mean not that I don't...I just...wow. Okay. Some detective I am."
Dick Grayson	He likes it. She might like it. She has no boyfriend. "Well...I have no girlfriend." He grins at her playfully, a warmth touching his features. "and...well..." He laughs, a little nervously. "Want to maybe...date?" He asks, his turn to start blushing. Yet, not once did his eyes ever leave hers.
Kate Bishop	Kate Bishop grins, "Date? You want to court? Pitch some woo, grandpa?' she teases. She downs her martini and grabs Dick by the hand, "Why don't we go ahead and get out of here so we can actually talk about this shit and not have to try and figure out anything over the sound of rich people getting sloshed?"
Dick Grayson	"Yeah." Dick grins at her, and suddenly, he's grabbed by his hand and tugged along! "My pleasure." He downs the rest of his sangria and he starts to move with Kate. Honestly? Literally anything was better than listening to rich people getting hammered.