Sorry for cringey dialogue I have no idea how to write sexy things

Jason grimaced as he looked around at the half-naked men and women dancing in the club. He tended to keep away from scenes like this, turning to bars on the verge of shutting down to get his usual drink. Whiskey on the rocks. A shot or two if he felt like it. However, it wasn't the need for a good drink that brought him into the club, it was a case he was forced to work on with Dick. Admittedly, it was he who yelled and argued about not being brought along until Dick finally agreed. Now he was stuck at the bar, he hated that he brought this on himself. "Loosen up Jay, your glare could kill a man," Dick commented, taking a sip of water. He didn't drink all that much even at home, there wasn't a chance he would do it in a place that would make him astoundingly vulnerable. "You forgot to mention we'd be doing this at some club," Jason snapped back. 

"Oh don't be such a spoilsport. You're in your twenties, this should be your second home," he taunted. His eyes studied the room of drunken adults for a certain man responsible for selling recreational drugs. "Shut up. Like you spent your twenties in clubs."

"I did!"

"Doesn't count if you were working in them," Jason clarified. Dick mumbled something under his breath then noticed the man they were looking for whilst rolling his eyes. 

"Don't look now but I think we have our man." He set down his drink beside his brothers and adjusted his tank top. 

"How're we busting him?"

"The only way I know how. Through sex appeal."

"You've got to be kidding me." 

They settled on a plan before Dick made his way through the dancing couples towards the man. "Hey good-looking, you look rather lonely over here," he greeted flirtatiously. The criminal in question was a lanky twenty-five year old with an attraction to buff twenty-ish men. Luckily, Dick fit the profile and was going to use it to his advantage. "You're perceptive I'll give you that," he replied. "What's your name?"

"Rick. Friends call me Ricky but you can call me Daddy." The criminal grinned at him, enjoying where the conversation was heading. "I heard you're selling. I'm a little low on cash so how about we go into the alley, I'll give you something in return plus all that I've got on me." He looked Dick up and down, thinking for a moment. 

"I think I need a little more convincing. What're you packing?" Dick smirked and lifted up his shirt to reveal his chiselled abs. "That'll do."

Dick pulled him out into the alley, a sexy smile plastered on his face. The criminal leaned in to kiss him but Dick pulled back. "Nuh-uh, I wanna see the angel dust first. Then you get your payment," he stated. With his mind clouded by lust, the criminal pulled out a small baggie of PCP. 

"That good enough?"

"You betcha. Red, we got our guy!" he shouted. The other tilted his head in confusion. When he felt a strong hand clutch his shoulder, he finally realised what happened. He got caught. 

"Did you really have to flirt with him?" Red Hood asked, disgruntled by the method his brother used. It felt just plain weird to seduce criminals into incriminating themselves. 

"No, but it's always fun to play a top."

"Ew."