@offalling​ / travis & dick

travis sunk to his knees, mouth agape in shock ❝dick is nightwing and nightwing is dick❞ it really shouldn’t have been such a surprise to the patrol officer, dick’s actions had always been on the suspicious side, running off alone into hellish situations, turning up to work bruised and battered, how hadn’t travis put two and two together, ❝how long?❞ he said quietly as he glanced around them, thugs that moments ago had a multitude of guns pointed at his head now lying unconscious around him. travis’s hand suddenly shot up and took hold of dick’s hand tenderly ❝i won’t tell anyone, we’ve known each other for years and i’d never betray you, i consider you a buddy after all❞ he offered a reassuring smile as he stood up from the concrete floor, holding on to dick to steady himself.

This wasn’t how it normally went. Normally, Dick would play it safe around others, try to not showcase his acrobatic prowess, or whip out his wingdings. Normally, he wouldn’t let his Nightwing persona out to play unless it was after dark and he was off the clock. Then again, he normally didn’t walk into a situation where he and his partner both were surrounded by armed men, ready to take them out. Turning his eyes to Travis, Dick wet his lips as he reluctantly considered his options. He could still hear Bruce’s voice in the back of his head, reminding him of the importance of keeping his identity a secret. But feeling Travis’ hand take a hold of his own, and hearing the other’s reassurance seemed to turn it on its head. Travis was probably one of the most trustworthy people Dick had met, and to lie at this point seemed beyond futile.