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Dick was at a shitty nightclub because he heard from some thugs in a alley that Roland Desmond would be there that night, but since it would be way to suspect he started to work there the next night.
He stayed working there for 2 weeks, he wouldnt go to the clients beds, he was more like a waiter, he served the clients drinks, would sit at their laps if they asked to and sometimes to pole dance at theit tables
When dancing at some group of 3 people table he saw Roland Desmond entering by the door, who finally came back to the nightclub. He stared as he walked towards a table at the corner of the place, when he greets a shadowy figure
Lucky Roland never saw Nightwing face, so Dick doubt he would reconize him, so he blowed a little kiss to the 3 mens at the table and went to the bathroom to adjust what the nightclub considered a uniform
At the bathroom he stared at himself, wearing a pair of booty jeans shorts, a black backless sleeveless cropped, some fingerless gloves and a pair of boots, his hair was like how it always was and he had a bit of blue eyeshadow on.
When he finished adjusting his uniform he went in direction of their table, ready to start acting something out
— So what can i do for you misters? Dick confidentally said
— Bring us some drinks will you.
When a voice that Dick knew spoke
— I will get a whiskey.
Dick was surprised to see that the shadowy figure was Slade Wilson
Slade eyed him and gave that damn smirk —A whisky and get up on the table and give us a pole dance, hm?
'This bastard!' Dick thinked in his mind, but still get up at the table and started to move
Roland Desmond then spoke— Are you sure Wilson?
—Really sure. - Slade responded with still that damn smirk in the face
Atleast the entire time Dick was there he got many informations, about Roland future plans, some hide safehouses that belonged to him, and some other little things
After quite some talk Roland stod up and extended his hand for a handshake— It was an good talk Wilson, but now i should go. Well have a good time with this boy here.
Roland gave and polite smile and left the place, leaving Slade and Dick alone at the table. The nightclub got emptier after quite some time, there was only two other tables with people still at it and very less workers there
Dick finally stopped and sat at the couch from the table, he glared at Slade
—What are you doing here? -Dick asked while Slade took another sip of his drink
—can't a man enjoy a show?
— Im serious Slade, we had an agreement, you wouldn't accept contracts on Gotham or Blüdhaven and i wouldn't interfere at y our jobs.
—Calm down kiddo, im not here for a contract, im just enjoying a drink.
1 Week ago
Slade was at a bar in Metropolis after finishing a contract for Lex Luthor, at that bar would go some low criminals, thugs, and even some villains from even other estates, that place was pratically a villain reunion every night
There was a especific group at the bar tonight, they were talking trash of alot of famous people, like how Bruce Wayne hair looks really fake and its probavilly a wig, or how Oliver Queen goatee looked messy, stupid things like that, Slade wasnt even caring about them
And because of his hearing factor he could hear everything going on that place, when he hears one of the guys talk, clearelly drunk —Hahaha, y’know that lil' bastard from Bruce Wayne? Grayson, right? I heard he's, uh, like... uh, sellin' hisself at some bar in that... that shit hole, Blüdhaven! Hahaha!" All the other mans laughed at that and just went to talk shit about other famous people. Slade curiosity woke up, well not that they considered nemesis anymore, and if you really squezzed you could even talk they were almost friends
Well after that Slade came from Metropolis to Blüdhaven just to see if that was true, he searched from what bar Dick was working at, and it wasn't hard to find
-Now-
—Oh really? Then why ask me to pole dance at your table?
—i know you have tour fighs with Roland, i just guessed you would want to hear some secret things he had to talk about. ‐ Slade smirked and took another sip
—And you couldnt just tell me later or even..let me sit at your lap? -Dick didnt wanted to say that, but he prefered to sit at Slade lap then dance for him and infront of his current top 1 enemy
—and where would be the fun about that?
Dick face got a bit red, but he decided to ignore it —So you came here to chat with Roland?
—Maybe, maybe not
—oh cmon, just tell me! Why would you even need to talk with him?
—Figure it out little bird. -Slade got up and approached Dick, leaning at his face— I think I deserve some sort of payment after I let you hear his little plans. You know i could just tell him that you are Nightwing.
Slade leaned more and gave Dick just a little kiss, Dick was too shocked to even speak
—Come see me in 3 days. ‐Slade took a pen and paper from his pocket and writted an adress with a time, giving it to Dick and leaving the club.