#(-throws at-)

Her performance was another hit as usual, not that she expected any less. She hummed upon returning to her dressing room and changing out of her performance clothes. She noticed a lovely bouquet of roses on the vanity mirror. Hm? Sitting down, she opened the letter and saw a bat drawn on it.  ❝ Oh? ❞ And sure enough she sensed a familiar presence behind her and turning to stare over her shoulder. A grin lit her face,  ❝ Well if it isn’t Dick Grayson in the flesh. ❞ All grown up.