Meaning: Energy, movement


The music echoes through Dick's ears as he takes a sip of wine from his seat at the bar. His eyes briefly skip across the room, from Tim and Cassie at a dinner table to Jaime, Eduardo, Bart, and Traci at a billiards board. He chuckles at the sight of a clearly drunk Artemis and Jason dancing like it's the last thing they'll ever do, and as the bartender refills his glass he lets out a wishful sigh.

M'gann and Conner, Kaldur and Wyynde, Steph and Cass, hell, even Gar and Perdita. Pretty much everyone made it tonight. Though he can't exactly blame them; the fact that Cissie managed to convince Ollie to vacate his club for a couples' night on Valentine's Day is nothing short of a miracle, and it would be remiss of anyone to forgo an opportunity like this.

Still, he knows he only came because Artemis asked him to, and if he's being honest, he feels out of place here. He's recently become single again, and from the looks of things he's in almost nonexistent company.

"Drowning your loneliness?" Dick tries to play it cool as her dreamy voice snaps him back to reality, but he's pretty sure he failed spectacularly. She chuckles before sitting down in the chair next to him, and he just shrugs before bringing his glass back up to his lips.

"A day celebrating couples in love and here I am. Single and alone." He downs the drink faster than either of them would have liked, setting the empty glass down with an unsatisfied huff. He looks around the room one more time while she takes the opportunity to run her eyes over the familiar features of his impossibly attractive face. She feels her heart flutter in her chest as she's reminded in an instant of just why she went crazy for him back when they were kids. His body's poetry, poetry she's been longing to reread for ages now, and she thinks it's just not right to leave beauty like that to itself on the day of love.

"Well that makes two of us. And correct me if I'm wrong, but two's all it takes to make a couple." She offers him her hand as he turns to face her in modest surprise. "Dance with me?"

He gulps, his throat suddenly feeling deathly dry, and shakes his head. "Not really feeling the beat right now."

"So maybe you should let someone else be your rhythm tonight."

Dick breathes out a weak laugh, but before he can say a word she's already dragging him out of his chair and onto the dance floor. He shakes his head and lets a soft smile come to his face, and whether it's the music, the snug dress she's wearing, or the fact that somewhere inside his confused and lonely heart there's a part of him that knows just how much he really, really needs this he doesn't know.

But as she sways back and forth, eyes locked onto him under the flashing neon lights, he smiles and starts to move his body to her rhythm.

Maybe he can still dance a little after all. So long as he's got the right muse.