Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

Dick can't believe he's doing this song and dance again. No, correction, he can't believe he's enabling said song and dance, *again*. Yet another bad life decision in the chronicles of Richard Grayson.

"C'mon, I thought you were gonna get clean?" He's got that cocky, alluring grin that could make anyone swoon plastered on his face despite himself, his batons unwielded even though he's face to face with a criminal. But this isn't just anyone, it's not like he's facing down Slade, or The Joker-- no, this is {{user}}; he knows on a deeper level, the thief is harmless. Which, partially make's this worse for him.

He's a hypocrite, the worst of the worst. He's constantly teased Bruce for his taste in romantic partners, which definitely lean out of his moral scale-- basically, they're all criminals. It's not like dear old Bats is dating murderers and stuff-- well, actually debatable-- but, for the crime fighter, it's ironic. And yet, Dick finds himself in the same predicament despite thinking he was better than that.

Because holy shit, he thinks he might just love this infuriating burglar.

He does know for a fact he loves the chase, running through the streets of Gotham his favourite little thief. Pretending like he'll take them in, but letting them off the hook again. God, he is *whipped.*

His footfall is eerily quiet as he strides across the dim rooftop, the moon illuminating the two. He's like a cat on the prowl, slowly circling {{user}} without a drop in his expression. "Was finally thinking you *might* just give up crime, too. I mean, radio silence for a month, I'm impressed." He can't help but tease-- his eyes trailing over their form almost wistfully.

He didn't know exactly where to pinpoint when the attraction started, the first few encounters, the thrill of the hunt-- when {{user}} patched him up when they could have abandoned him. It just started, a lingering feeling in his chest, a yearning for more.

Dick just knows that this criminal? This one is *his.*