— date ♡ dickkory week 2025
summary. dick and kori finally manage to plan a quiet, romantic night out. but the titans have other ideas.
word count. 1,821
it’s supposed to be their night. no missions, no emergencies, no interdimensional rifts threatening to swallow the city whole. just dick and kori, dinner reservations, and the promise of a quiet evening that’s been two weeks in the making.
dick had actually put it on the team calendar. “personal time: do not disturb unless armageddon occurs.”gar had added, in neon green marker, “define armageddon pls.”
kori laughed when she saw it, sunlight spilling through her hair as she leaned over the couch. “you know they will take that as a challenge, yes?”
“let them try,” dick said, pulling her closer. “tonight, nothing gets in our way.”
the restaurant is dimly lit, all amber tones and flickering candles. she’s wearing a soft orange dress that catches every bit of light like it’s made for her. dick’s still a little dazed that she’s here with him. the warrior princess who’s crossed galaxies, smiling across the table like the universe shrunk down just for this.
they’ve barely made it to appetizers when dick’s communicator buzzes. he groans. “no, no, no. not tonight.”
kori’s eyes sparkle. “perhaps it is armageddon?”
he glances at the ID. “it’s donna.”
she grins. “ah, then it might be worse.”
he sighs and answers. “hey, donna, can it wait? i’m-”
“grayson,” her voice crackles through. “did you change the password to the titan jet again?”
“yeah, security update. i sent the memo.”
“you sent the memo? you expect gar to read memos?”
from the background: “i can hear you, donna!” kori hides her laugh behind her hand, her shoulders shaking.
dick pinches the bridge of his nose. “it’s in the chat, donna. just scroll up.” there’s a beat of silence, then a muttered, “oh. okay. carry on with your… date or whatever.”
dick exhales and sets the communicator face down on the table. “one interruption,” kori says, eyes glinting mischievously. “we are doing well.”
they make it through the main course. barely.
kori’s telling him about the time gar tried to impress a tamaranian diplomat by transforming into a glorified house cat (“it was, how you say, a catastrophe”), and dick’s laughing so hard he forgets how to breathe. until the communicator buzzes again.
“no,” dick mutters. “nope.”
“perhaps it is important,” kori says, though she’s fighting a smile.
“gar never calls for important things.”
she tilts her head. “you are fond of him, though.”
“that’s why i know it’s not important.”
still, he answers. “gar-”
“okay, hypothetical question,” gar interrupts immediately. “if raven’s portal accidentally dropped my pizza into another dimension, that’s not technically my fault, right?”
dick stares at the communicator. “gar, we’ve talked about this-”
“no, listen, it’s not my fault! i was just trying to heat it up-”
“garfield,” kori says, her tone somehow patient and amused at once, “you must learn to accept that pizza has many destinies.”
gar goes quiet. “…that actually helps, thanks, kori.”
dick stares at her. “you just validated him, didn’t you?”
“i find it easier than arguing.”
dessert arrives. molten chocolate cake, still steaming. kori takes one bite and hums like she’s never tasted anything so sweet. dick’s leaning in to kiss her when-
the communicator buzzes again.
he hesitates. “maybe we should answer. she doesn’t call unless something’s wrong.”
kori nods, worry flickering across her face.he presses the button. “raven? what’s up?”
there’s silence for a long moment, then: “…gar burned another pizza. i’m putting a ward on the kitchen.”
dick blinks. “that’s it?”
“also, donna says tell kori that her dress looks nice. and that she’s sorry for calling earlier.”
kori smiles. “tell her thank you. and that she owes me one evening free of interruptions.”
“noted,” raven says, voice flat as always. “have fun.”
for a while, it’s peaceful. music drifts through the restaurant. the city glows soft and gold through the windows. dick finally leans across the table, fingers brushing hers.
“you know,” he says, “if the world ends now, i think i’d still call this a good night.”
“because you are here with me?” she teases.
“yeah,” he says quietly. “because i’m here with you.”
she smiles, leaning forward, lips brushing his-
they both groan in unison.
dick doesn’t even look this time. “nope. not happening.”
“perhaps just one more,” she says, though she looks torn between laughter and exasperation.he checks. it’s a group call. all three of them.
he sighs and answers. “what?”
on the tiny screen, donna’s in the tower control room, gar’s upside down on the couch, and raven’s meditating midair.
“hey, so,” donna starts, “we were wondering what you guys want for movie night tomorrow.” dick just stares.
“we are on a date,” kori says, patient but firm. “a very romantic date.” gar perks up. “oh, cool! we didn’t know! hey, can you bring leftovers?”
dick hangs up.kori bursts out laughing, head thrown back, glowing brighter than the candlelight. “your team has no respect for romance, richard grayson.”
he grins. “they’re our team. which means this is probably karma.”
she laughs again, softer this time, leaning in until their foreheads touch. “then i accept this karma gladly.”
and finally-finally-they kiss.
later that night, as they walk home together, the communicator buzzes one last time.
gar’s voice crackles through: “hey, uh, raven’s spell kinda backfired. the kitchen’s… gone.”
kori looks at dick, grinning. “armageddon?”
he sighs. “yeah. armageddon.”
they turn around to walk towards the tower. because love might wait but the titans never do.
