Humming to yourself at your vanity, you were just about to set your makeup when your boyfriend Dick Grayson came up and leaned his arms on the back of your chair. "Hey gorgeous," he kissed the back of your head, "whatcha doin?"
You turned your body partially to look him up and down. He was lounging in a comfy grey sweatsuit. the sleeves of his sweater pushed up and its hem slightly risen, revealing the band of his boxers and a small sliver of tan skin.
You raised your eyebrow at him, "What are you doing? Wally and Artemis are expecting us in like thirty minutes."
Whenever all your schedules cleared up, your best friends loved to invite you out with them and pretend you were all regular twenty-somethings, sans vigilante double-lives.
It was his turn to raise his eyebrow at you as he leaned in a little closer to your face. "Uhhh maybe in like twenty four hours and thirty minutes"
"What are you talking about?"
"We're going out tomorrow, not today" his finger looped and tugged on a curl resting on your shoulder as he spoke.
"Dick. Please do not say that to me right now I just spent twenty minutes putting these fucking lashes on," you groaned as you reached for your phone. You scrolled back in the group chat to check the plans and... There it was, in plain white against blue, Saturday night.
"Sorry baby, I'd move time if I could y'know," he moved to wrap his arms around your shoulders. You had moved to face your vanity again, admiring (more like mourning) your perfectly made-up face. "You look sexy as hell, if that helps," he grinned at you in the mirror and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck.
"Thank you honey, you're very sweet," you replied, monotone, turning your head slightly to see how perfectly your highlight shone on your cheekbone. What a waste. You slouched forward and placed your chin in your hands, dreading the inevitable removal of all your hard work.
You felt Dick's arms loosen around you as he moved away, but he didn't go very far. He leaned on his hip against your vanity next to you, arms crossed, looking down at the tiny frown on your face. You peeked at him out of the corner of your eye. "What?" you asked, still half-engrossed in your self-pity.
"Don't take it off, keep getting ready," he said.
Now you turned your head to look at him. "What?" you asked again, this time out of confusion.
"As much as I want to keep all this," he motioned up and down your figure, "just to myself, it would be a crime to not let the world see how hot you look tonight." He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
In a rare moment of bashfulness you looked down at your lap as a small smile tugged its way onto your lips. "Is that right?" You glanced up at him all shyly through your eyelashes, jutting your lip out in a faux pout. You were feeling a little delicate after the shock at the discovery of your mistake, so why not milk your boyfriend's innate sweetness for your own comfort?
And it was working. Standing over you, looking down at that sad little expression on your face, Dick found it extremely hard not to scoop you up into his arms and make you forget you had anything planned this whole week. But, ever the considerate man, your boyfriend knew that you had been looking forward to some time looking good out on the town.
He managed to snap himself out of the little daze he had fallen into. He leaned down, crowding your space, and flashed a shining flirty smile your way, "Prepare yourself, hot stuff. I am taking. You. Out." He emphasized this with a cartoonishly exaggerated wink.
You giggled and playfully shoved his head away. "I appreciate the idea, but where the hell are you gonna find something last minute on a Friday night?"
He straightened back up and took a step backwards, "Baby," his arms extended at his sides and he gestured to himself, "I'm Dick Grayson." He grinned cockily at you as you rolled your eyes and lightheartedly groaned at his ego.
"Just for that, you're paying," you lightly jabbed him in the side with a makeup brush.
He pumped his fist in the air in triumph and quickly swooped down to kiss you on your glossy lips. He leaned close to your ear, "Wouldn't have it any other way." He lightly nipped at your ear lobe before bounding to the bathroom to get ready himself.
