Dick Grayson ³

Your relationship with Dick Grayson had been going on for a few months. Unlike him—with his vigilante life, training, and sleepless nights—you were a completely normal person, with a quiet routine and zero contact with villains or persecution. Maybe that's why Dick had become overprotective of you. At first, you found him sweet, but over time, you discovered he could be more clingy than a newly adopted puppy.

That night, you decided to stay a little longer at work, checking on some pending matters. Your phone vibrated several times, but you ignored the messages… until you heard a soft tap on the window.

Turning around, you almost had a heart attack: there was Dick, hanging from the frame in his Nightwing suit, waving like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Would I be too much of a bother if I came in through the window, or would you prefer I use the door?" he asked with a mischievous smile.

"Dick! What the hell are you doing here?" you whispered, looking around to make sure no one saw.

—Rescue mission. The report said my boyfriend/girlfriend was trapped in the office, without dinner or kisses for over six hours.