I knew I could count on you to back me up. [Dick takes her hand, placing his other on her hip, fingers lightly touching her back. God, he loved backless dresses. Especially redheads in backless dresses. Dick has a type, and he's not even a little ashamed of it.]

I'm going to have to thank you again, then. [He gives that happy, beaming smile that only Dick Grayson can give, as he starts leading them into the waltz. He's a damn good dancer, okay.]

I'm still working on that bag, you know. It's taking longer then I thought to find one.