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      Oh he notices that laugh isn’t as genuine as he’d hoped to earn, much more directed at him than because of something intentional he said. It was weird, having this need to please and impress despite all signs saying ‘give up’. Few times before had he known what it was like to actually try and still fail, it was discouraging, ego bruising even but he’d prove himself to her; and he’d do it for himself just as much as it was for her.

     Kitty was a cute nickname (for a guy who goes by ‘Dick’ he’s learned to pick up on a few nicknames himself), definitely the kind of name that owned those neatly scribed notes. It was fitting, more so than Katherine. She was cute, perhaps timid in a way, and undeniably fierce- she was Kitty and he could get used to saying it. 

    ❛Little bit. Mr. Wayne made sure I knew but until occasions like these, the skill hasn’t really come in handy.❜ A modest approach because there’s no way he’s going into this acting cocky, like the jerky show off she’s so sure he is. ❛And my dancing for tonight’s been limited to Donna. Best friend’s gotta cut in somewhere at least once.❜ The distance is awkward but he’s not pushing it, keeping certain formalities like kissing her hand at bay. There’s a pause, the tick of the conductors stick against the music stand to start the beat. It’s a welcomed pause which Dick uses to fix his position, white gloved hand slinking down to her waist. ❛See, date or no date I couldn’t really dance with anyone else when I had my mind on just one person.❜

    “Care there. Don’t get get too excited.” It was a joke, said in a joking tone and still as his hand slid down she stiffened, a natural response she thought considering their history, but still she pushed through her want to immediately leave. It was unorthodox to the usual procedure of dance but to adjust to the sudden bout of contact she a wiggled against his touch before finding her ground and pressing back as her hand snaked up his arm. With a sense of familiarity in dancing it was easier to look to him with a smile. It was lopsided and it was from observation, picking apart every little thing she thought was even a little bit funny about him with nothing more then a bat of her eyelashes. “You are very single-minded. How do you get anything done?”

She stopped talking as she picked up her step, biting down the urge to take lead and the urge to ask him questions that might be over personal or might hint to him she was invested as him. Honestly, she did not think it was possible to be as invested as him. A question or two couldn’t hurt. “Who exactly is Mister Wayne, Mister Grayson?” It was asked almost timidly, as she feared he was some sort of high and mighty wizard and who any pureblood would know. 

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