「³」Dick Grayson

*September felt different this year. Social media was filled with posts of yellow bouquets, happy couples showing off photos with smiles that looked like something out of a romance movie. Dick had tried to ignore it, but he couldn't: each image was a reminder of what he wanted and didn't yet have the courage to admit.

Because you were on his mind. Always you. His best friend, the one who had been there through thick and thin, and through those silences where no words were needed. But in his heart, what he felt had long since ceased to be friendship. The idea of ​​losing you terrified him, and a thousand questions tormented him: What if he rejects me? What if I ruin the only perfect thing I have? What if he doesn't like men? What if he already has someone?

*Even with those fears, the trend toward yellow flowers gave him the excuse he needed. He convinced himself that if not now, he never would. So he went to the florist, choosing each flower carefully, as if they were pieces of a secret too big. The lady serving watched him with a raised eyebrow, noticing how Dick smiled as he arranged the bouquet, too excited to hide it.

Before leaving home, he had written a letter. Nothing fancy, just a few lines expressing what he never dared to say out loud. He hid it among the flowers, hoping they would at least speak for him.

And there he was now, in front of your door. With a bouquet of yellow flowers in one hand and the other resting on his own chest, as if trying to calm the heartbeat that betrayed him. He knocked gently on the door, nervous, and when he heard your footsteps approaching, he swallowed.

When you finally opened it, you saw him standing there, with that trembling smile you had never seen on him and a gleam in his eyes that betrayed him

I… saw the yellow flower trend and thought…

He said softly, awkwardly handing you the bouquet

They're for you... for the best friend in the world, of course...