#dickgrayson-night

Bludhaven felt different before midnight.

She was a little nervous. Not that Dick made her nervous, but Kitty did kind-of-sorta ghost him these past few months without any real explanation, so she wouldn't put it past him if he was a little upset with her. She'd probably be upset with herself, too.

Kitty walked into the bar, half-phasing and half-squeezing past a group of people taking shots to sit at the counter. She knocked on the countertop to get the bartender's attention.

"Hey stranger," Kitty greeted. "What kind of beer do you sell here again?"