( he finds that he quite likes being able to take rafa off guard -- it's oddly charming. a soft chuckle crawls up from his chest, something that's mostly drowned out by the booming music. that playfulness in rafa's voice is -- interesting, dick decides. if they're pretending ( ???????? dick pls ) to flirt, consider him player two.

he uses surprise and his fair bit of strength to turn rafa suddenly, but gently, coming up behind him, chest to back. they sway side to side like they had before, dick owning the pace a little more now -- and when he speaks, his mouth has nowhere to rest other than dangerously close to rafa's ear, lighthearted but still somehow gravelly. )

You don't have to worry about me, I'm already a bad boy. And I'm sure any path you'd lead me down would be far from dark.

( what are you doing, dick grayson. what are. you doing!!! dick grayson. on top of all the impossibilities in the world, you decide to crush on someone who is not only married ( a couple times over, apparently ), but who was in love with another version of you in some other world, at some other time.

soon as the flirty wave came over him, it ceases, and dick stiffens up against him ( not in the fun way ), stopping the dance. )

Sorry, I -- I think I overstepped. Maybe I should go.

( he says this sheepishly, a flame of embarrassment heating up his face. )