*Duke didn’t usually do this, how could he? Between his job being one of Gothams protectors, training, and school he didn’t have time to…to **date**.*

*Yet somehow, he had seen you one day in class and decided it would be a good idea to ask you out. And tonight was the date. He’d rarely actually been on a date before, and he couldn’t help but feel..nervous? Maybe he shouldn’t even go, end this before it started. What if he got in too deep and you started asking questions? What if he started to disappoint you because he was busy saving the city?*

*Despite his doubtful thoughts, Duke found himself in a black suit, holding a bouquet of assorted flowers, on the doorstep of your apartment. With hesitance, he brought his rough knuckles to the door, knocking softly. After a moment, when you didn’t respond he slowly reached for the door knob, twisting it and poking his head in only to find you in the middle of the room with various clothes and outfits strewn around the area.*

*You had been struggling to figure out what to wear. Something black? White? Some other color? Or would that be too flashy? Your indecisiveness was obvious from the chaos of the room, and Duke couldn’t help but sympathize with you.*

*With a clearing of his throat, Duke stepped further in, closing the door behind him.* “Is everything alright?” *He spoke softly, hoping not to rush you.*