Its her girlfriend’s fault and its hella bad. Amy will end up taking an extended break from the Team, she wouldn’t want them to pick or choose. They do eventually end up as friends again, but that takes work.

“I hate you so much right now,” Amy decided, crossing her arms as she scowled at him where he was laid up in the hospital.

“Its just a minor gunshot,” Dick tried to shrug it off, only to wince, trying to coax his girlfriend closer.

Amy sighed, taking a few more steps closer until he could take her hand. “You know I’m supposed to be the reckless one,” she said before freezing and pressing a hand to her brow. “Was supposed to be.”

Dick squeezed her hand before bringing it to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “I’m all right, it barely grazed me.”

Amy arched an eyebrow before leaning down, running her fingers through his hair. “Oh yeah? That’s not what the doctor’s saying.”

“I care more about what Doctor Isley-Allen is saying.” Dick winked and Amy rolled her eyes.

Dick and Amy were very careful in regards to their budding relationship, mostly Dick was keeping it a secret for Amy’s sake, especially since they were dating in their pool of friends -again- and the last time Amy had done that it hadn’t ended well.

But so far things were going well, Dick had told Wally who had almost past out and Amy had told Roy who looked like he wanted to threaten them both with injury…so it was going fairly well.

Well enough to change his lockscreen to his girlfriend’s face. It was a picture from one of their earlier dates, Amy’s hair dyed an ombre sort of purple with her reflective sunglasses tangled in her hair as she grinned at him, her green eyes crinkled.

“I’m your lock screen?” Amy said in surprise one day, after accidentally picking up his phone to check the time and Dick flushed bright red, shoving it hastily into his pocket but she only laughed and kissed him sweetly.

lolz, I assume this is a prompt? 

The idea that they’d be able to keep everything a secret for an extended amount of time was mostly a fantasy, but it had been going rather well for them for months. 

Amy had just been so uneasy and cautious after her violent breakup with Zatanna, and he’d just seen her one day after telling Kaldur that she needed a break that her pheromone manipulation started getting out of control. Their relationship had taken work and patience and Amy making sure that Dick knew that her pheromones weren’t affecting him.

Dick had given her a smirk. “I know,” he said, “I liked you before you knew you had that power.” And she’d thrown her arms around him and kissed him so hard that he swore he saw stars.

Now came the hard part: telling Wally. They’d both decided to start small, and Wally was Dick’s best friend and one of Amy’s.

“Wally, we’re friends, right?” Dick asked, knowing the answer.

Wally paused in chewing his sandwich before swallowing thickly and looking over Dick. “Normally I’d say yes without hesitation,” he said suspiciously, “but I feel like this heading somewhere, and I’m not sure I like where.”

“Okay, because I’m about to test that,” Dick said, blinking as he pushed the sunglasses up on the bridge of his nose. “Amy and I’re dating.”

“I just wanted an easy day with my boyfriend/girlfriend. Is that too much to ask?”

It was typical for them, wasn’t it? 

Dick and Amy could hear the sound of screams and something breaking and Amy’s shoulders sagged.

“I just wanted an easy day with my boyfriend,” she muttered despondently, “is that too much to ask?”

Dick threw a grin in her direction, kissing her cheek before darting in the opposite direction and Amy only served to increase the distance, her uniform at the house.