#dc nightwing

you slide your card toward the register like it’s nothing, like you didn’t spend the last hour watching dick grayson smile at you across dinner and pretending your knees weren’t weak.

he notices immediately. of course he does. this man has the reflexes of a cat and the dramatic instincts of a theatre kid raised by ninjas.

“hey— hey, hey, hold on.” he’s already halfway out of his chair, eyes wide, voice half-laughing like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. “what do you think you’re doing?”

you blink. “...paying?”

dick presses a hand to his chest like you’ve wounded him. “paying? you? for me?” he shakes his head slowly, lips twitching. “that’s cute. wrong, but cute.”

you try not to smile, because he’s being ridiculous, standing there in his leather jacket, hair falling into his eyes like he was crafted to be your weakness. “i just thought I could take this one.”

“no, no, sweetheart.” he steps closer, resting his palms on the counter beside your hand. you can feel the warmth of him, the way he crowds in without being pushy. “that’s my job.”

you raise a brow. “your job?”

his grin softens just enough to make your heart stutter. “yeah. my job. i asked you out. i pay. that’s the rule.”

“that’s not a real rule.” you argue.

“it is in the dick grayson handbook,” he counters, tapping the imaginary badge on his chest. “chapter one: be a gentleman. chapter two: do unnecessary flips. chapter three: pay for dates.”

you snort. “i swear you make half of this up.”

he leans in, lowering his voice like it’s a secret just for you. “only the parts meant to make you smile.”

your cheeks warm and he definitely catches it. His eyes flicker in that smug soft boy way, not arrogant, just unbearably fond.

dick nudges your card back toward you with two fingers, slow and deliberate. “look… i know you can pay. you’re capable, you’re independent, you scare the hell out of me in the best way.” he pauses, blue eyes bright, honest. “but let me treat you tonight. i want to.”

you swallow. “you really don’t like when i try to pay, huh?”

he huffs a laugh, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “i like that you try. i like that you’re thoughtful. but it also makes me wanna wrap you up in my arms and say ‘nope, not happening’ every single time.”

“possessive much?” you tease.

“only when it comes to you,” he shoots back, grinning like it’s the most natural truth in the world.

he takes your card, sets it back in your bag, and presses the tiniest kiss to your forehead before you can argue. “let me do this one. consider it… an investment in more nights like this.”

you look up at him, fighting a smile. “and what do i owe in return?”

dick shrugs lightly, looping his fingers with yours as he hands his card to the cashier. “just keep showing up.”

and the way he says it. Soft, earnest, like you’re the best thing to happen to his week...yeah.

you’re not fighting him on the bill anymore.

hes so cute i wanna eat him

Dick, punching the shit outta two face: oh shit B, I never told you I like boys. And girls

Two face: wtf

Batman: Harvey are you.....homophobic?

Two face: WHAT!? No dude, but why did that pop into Robin's head while he was beating the shit outta me???

Dick: shrugs

Batman: Whatever, Robin I support you unconditionally

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Jason, having just revealed that he is back from the dead, and is , in fact, red hood

Jason: Also I'm gay

Dick: wow. Shocker.

Jason: shut up you fag

Batman: Hood, don't call Nightwing that slur.

Jason: who tf do you think U are?? My dad??

Batman: I'm just glad ur back and I support you.

Jason: hell no old man- (his back from the dead rant/speech continues)

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Tim, seconds after crashing the bat mobile

Tim: I'm bi.

Batman: I support you, but what does this have to do with you crashing the bat mobile?

Tim: if you punish me your homophobic.

Dick: dam he got you there B

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Damian, turning to Bruce while they're patrolling on rooftops

Damian: Father, I like boys and I'm dating Jon Kent

Batman: Alright I suppo- JON KENT!?!?

Damian: yes.

Batman: I-ive let you have sleepovers with your BOYFRIEND????? OH UR SO GROUNDED

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Cass, hanging upside down as batgirl

Cass: I like girls

Batman: I support you

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Steph, yelling from the other side of an alley

Steph: B! IM BI

Batman: Cool.

Steph: Really? That's it?

Thinking about Dick Grayson finding your old diary. Specifically the page where you made a checklist of all of the things your ideal boyfriend should be and have.

Snooping wasn't his initial intention. He just happened to find it while helping you move into your new shared apartment.

When it fell from a secluded shelf in your closet, a moral dilemma took place in his mind. Clearly, you didn't want anyone to find it, but it was luring him in like a siren song.

After thinking about it carefully — and making sure you were still in the kitchen, packing your extensive mug collection — he decided to quickly leaf though it, trying not to actually read anything.

His intentions were good, he swears, but he can't help but linger on a particular page titled, in bold, pink glittery letters 'dream boyfriend'.

A smirk appears on his face as he reads some of the items.

- nice biceps

- obsessed with me

- puppy dog eyes

- makes me laugh

- dark hair light eyes combo

"What are you doing?"

Your horrified voice startles Dick, but he recovers fast as you try to snatch your diary from his hands. Like the annoying boyfriend he is, he quickly moves it behind his back, forcing you to step closer to him.

"Wow," he teases, "looks like you won the lottery, sweetheart."

The way he says the pet name is condescending, infuriatingly so, and after an initial moment of confusion, you remember the silly list you made when you were in highschool.

"Give it back!" you order, struggling to pry the damn thing from his hands.

"No need to be embarrassed about it. I'm glad to know I'm your type. It's actually kinda creepy how accurate this is."

Embarrassment floods your face, but you don't give up on trying to retrieve the diary — to later burn it, of course. You place your hands on his strong shoulders, using them as leverage to try and reach for his raised hand holding it.

The new position brings your face closer to his, and his eyes immediately fall to your lips. Without thinking about it too much, he starts kissing you, and slowly, he moves both of his hands to your hips, desperate to hold you.

Taking advantage of the distraction, you snatch the diary form his hand and run to the other end of the room. Dick lets out a groan, more annoyed about you interrupting the kiss than anything else.

"Glad to know you're obsessed with me. I can check that off the list," you state triumphantly.

A/N: Found my own list in my notes app and here we are.