Dick didn’t seem like someone who enjoyed talking about his past and when he cut himself off from speaking she merely gave him a nod of understanding. It wasn’t long before he continued talking, sharing more about himself than she had expected and when he apologized she couldn’t help but give him a soft grin as she reached out and patted his hand gently with hers. “It’s okay; you went from 0 to 100 in less than a week so I can understand you being overwhelmed. But that doesn’t mean I won’t be looking for you dumping coffee on someone’s head in a tabloid.” She said with a teasing smile across her full lips as she pulled her hand off of him and leaned back against the booth’s seat as the waiter arrived and poured them each a half glass of wine. 

“To Dick Grayson not becoming a diva.” She said holding up her glass to him. The small clink could barely be heard over the talking and laughter that was happening around them. It was nice to be out and about with someone she enjoyed her time with. And, sadly enough, she wasn’t sure how many more of these she would get. “Now that you’ve got a lot of the business out of the way,” She began as she placed her sipped wine glass down onto the table and turned her gaze to his face. “What’s next in your adventures?”