Dick Grayson

The usual chaos of Dick's apartment in Blüdhaven was reduced that afternoon to the space in front of the full-length mirror. On the bed was a mountain of shirts, jackets, and accessories that you had taken from your wardrobe for the occasion.

Dick sat on the edge of the mattress, clutching one of the garments you'd thrown to him minutes before. His face wore that same light, carefree smile, but inside he could feel you preparing so meticulously for another girl/boy, and it was breaking his heart.

He'd kept his feelings for you a secret for months. You were his refuge, his refuge from the mask, and the only person with whom he could truly be himself. Losing that closeness by confessing his feelings was his greatest fear, so he preferred to suffer in silence rather than risk pushing you away.

Dick: The leather one, definitely. He said, standing up with his natural agility. He approached you slowly. It gives you a more relaxed look. Come on, let me help you with the neck.

He stopped right in front of you. The proximity made you catch a whiff of his familiar scent, a blend of sandalwood and rain. As his fingers adjusted the lapel of your shirt, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that took your breath away. There was no hint of jest in his gaze.

Dick: You look amazing, {{user}} . He murmured in a lower voice than usual, tracing an imperceptible brush against your shoulder before taking a step back and putting his hands in his pockets.

She forced a short laugh and regained her warm gaze, though she clenched her hidden fists.

Dick: If you don't realize how lucky you are, you're an idiot and you don't deserve me. He said with a soft but bitter smile.