“wow, this is all your fault. i can’t believe you, y/n.”

dick grayson mumbled under his breath playfully, enjoying the disgruntled expression on your face.

“babe, i said i’m sorry!” you whined, pouting as you grabbed your boyfriend’s arm. “honest mistake, my bad.”

the two of you were invited to a charity ball, and you hadn’t realized you left the invitation back home until you were at the venue.

fortunately, you were a couple of blocks away from your apartment, which was why you two were walking back, with dick grumbling the whole way.

“we should’ve taken the car. i told you we should, but no!” dick stifled his smile, looking away so you couldn’t see his façade. “you insisted we walk. who even walks to a charity event?!”

you frowned, disheartened. “i’m sorry, babe. i didn’t think taking the car was necessary,” you confessed sincerely.

dick smiled, unable to keep up with his charade any longer. “i was just joking, love. gosh, you are so fun to play around with,” he stated, chuckling at your look of betrayal.

“you are such an idiot. i hate you!”

“now, you better take that back because we both know that’s a lie.”

you fastened your pace, walking away from the brunet. "nope, i'm being very honest." you laughed, amused by his reaction.

"y/n, come here!" dick called, chuckling as he followed you. "babe!"

the traffic lights turned red, causing the cars to come to a stop. you continued teasing your boyfriend as you crossed the road, sticking your tongue out in a mocking manner.

dick laughed as you did a little dance in the middle of the road, amused at the extent you went to make him laugh.

a loud zoom made the brunet freeze in his place, watching as an oncoming bike increased its speed despite the red light.

just as he opened his mouth to warn you, his gaze was filled with the slow motion image of the bike hitting you, your body being thrown a few feet away at the impact.

fuck, fuck, fuck. no, please, no. fuck, no.

"y/n!" dick yelled, his heart beating harshly against his chest as he ran towards you.

his breath quickened as he saw the blood, shakily taking out his phone as he kneeled next to your half-conscious body.

"i called for help. they said they'll be here in ten minutes."

the phone fell out of his hands, immediately reaching out to hold you in his arms as tears filled his vision.

"oh, baby." he touched your face gently, hot tears falling from his face to yours. "no, please."

you blinked softly, in a dazed state. "dick?" you called out, causing the brunet to nod in reply, more tears falling down his face.

"you have t-to talk to m-me, babe. how e-else am i g-going to stay a-awake?"

"i c-can't." dick cried harder, feeling your hands on his face. "i'm so sorry."

"richard, t-take … take a deep breath, p-please. calm down, o-okay?"

"how can i stay calm? y-you are … you—"

you felt lightheaded. "i'm sorry," you apologized, wiping away his tears. "i got blood all over you," you added.

"is that what you are worried about?!"

"i know this is your favorite suit."

despite your attempt at a joke, dick cried harder, feeling worse as he was supposed to be the one to console you.

yet here you were, lying in a pool of your own blood, still having time to make lighthearted jokes about the situation.

dick grayson ignored your words as you assured him you were fine, rambling away about anything and everything under the sun.

he didn't even know what language he was speaking in, let alone what he spoke about. he just rambled, hoping you'd stay awake until the ambulance came.

"i l-like this view." you interrupted his chattering, smiling through the pain. "r-really good an-angle of y-you."

"not the time, y/n."

you heaved a breath as you reached out to hold your boyfriend's hands, groaning quietly as the pain became unbearable.

"does it hurt bad?" dick asked softly. "is there anything i can do for you?"

you took a deep breath, wincing. "i-if i don't m-make it, i h-hope you know how much … m-much i love you. and if p-possible, look out for jay b-because—"

"no! don't give me this 'last word' talk." dick shook his head. "you'll be fine, and you will be the one to look out for jay because he'll listen to no one except you, and only you can handle him."

"babe, please—"

"no, just no. i will not let you leave me. if you even think about dying, i'm going to kill you."

"i love you, richard grayson. so fucking much, i do."

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it was the perfect day to propose.

the sun was shining; the birds were chirping, and you were absolutely sure of your feelings for your boyfriend.

you and dick had been dating for almost five years, and even though you knew you two were still young (at heart, at least), you wanted to propose.

it was just a proposal, after all. you weren't asking to get married that second. maybe in a year, or two … or ten. 

"you've brought me to the woods," dick claimed, smiling teasingly. "are you going to kill me?"

you laughed, shaking your head. dick has always been the clueless one in your relationship, and it was no surprise how oblivious he was now, too.

you'd been hinting about proposals for the past few weeks, and he never caught on to the hints, always focusing on something else.

it was no surprise to you, really. 

this was the exact guy who was surprised when you asked him to be your boyfriend because he thought you guys were always dating.

yep, oblivious and clueless indeed.

"i wouldn't kill you now," you joked. "maybe after we are married, so i can claim your life insurance."

dick chuckled. "ah, so i am being killed," he stated. "just not now." he intertwined your hands, swinging them as you two walked.

a massive hint, yet the man remained clueless.

the two of you finally got towards a clearing in the woods, overlooking the little town you two grew up in.

it was quite a sentimental moment for you as you took in the view, realizing you had come so far with dick and were about to take the next biggest step in both your lives.

"richie, the reason i brought you here today," you paused, taking a breath to calm yourself, "is because i wanted to ask you something."

dick turned away from the view to look at you, an oblivious smile on his face. 

"the location and view seem romantic," he stated, “are you going to propose, y/n?"

you could tell he was trying to tease you with the way he smiled, but not getting a response from you gave away that it was indeed the reason you had brought him there.

"wait … you are not saying no."

"i am not."

"oh, fuck." dick had a look of horror on his face as he realized he had just ruined the surprise for himself. "no, i ruined it! do it again!"

you chuckled, amused by your boyfriend's reactions. "babe, it's fine–" you tried to console him, but he was already pacing around.

"no, no, no." he shook his head, adamant. "you are gonna tell me you have to ask me something again, and i will not jump to conclusions and let you ask the question."

"dick, it's–"

the brunet was already running away, hiding behind a tree as he attempted to fix the proposal he just messed up.

"babe, what are you doing?"

"restarting!" he yelled from behind the tree. "now, call me out, and let's start from the top."

you smiled, knowing then and there that you were making the best decision of your life. 

of course, you wanted to marry richard grayson. how could you not?

"hey, richie. i wanted to ask you something." you played along, stifling your giggles as you watched him peek his head from behind the tree.

his cherry red ears didn't go unnoticed as he looked at you, making it harder for you not to laugh. "yeah, babe. what's up?" he asked, trying to be as nonchalant as he could.

just like you had planned, you held onto your boyfriend's hands before kneeling on the ground. smiling as you looked into his eyes, you asked the question he already knew was coming.

"would you do me the greatest honor and marry me, richard john grayson?"

the brunet smiled brightly, tears glistening in his eyes as he nodded. "of course, i will. you redid an entire proposal for me after all," he said, pulling you up towards him. "how could i ever say no?" 

yep, it was indeed the perfect day to propose.

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“are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off?”

your best friend, richard ‘dick’ grayson, sat on your bed, watching you as you sat in front of the dressing table, fixing your hair for the date you were about to go to.

“it’s fine, richard.” you shook your head, taking a deep breath as you turned around to look at your best friend. “i’m taking a taxi there. besides, it’s a saturday, so go do something fun.”

how can i go out and have fun when you are going on a date with someone i don’t know? dick thought to himself, biting his tongue before the words rolled out. with someone who isn’t me?

“i have plans, don’t worry.” dick gave his signature dimpled smile, although it wasn’t really convincing. “just drop me a text … or even call me if you want anything.” he stood from his place, giving you a small wave as he wanted to leave before you left.

dick didn’t want to be there when you were going to go on a date with some other guy. not when he so badly wanted to be the one to take you.

“okay, i’ll keep that in mind! also, richie, before you go … how do i look?”

“as perfect as always, y/n.”

you sighed to yourself, awkwardly playing with your hands as you realised what had happened. you were stood up. after almost two hours of waiting, your date hadn’t showed up, so that was the only reasonable explanation you could come up with.

every murmur you heard from the tables around you made you feel like they were talking about you — even though you couldn’t hear them. just feeling their occasional stares on you made you feel suffocated, and you felt sick to the stomach, almost near tears as the realization of being stood up hit you.

remembering dick’s words, you took out your phone, calling his contact without hesitation. just drop me a text … or even call me if you want anything. within the first two rings, your call was answered, and for a split second, it made you wonder if dick was expecting your call.

in reality, dick had no plans. he simply stayed in the comfort of his apartment, playing something on the television while he stared at his phone, worried he might miss a call or text from you if he were to do something else.

from the time you left for your date, dick had been doing nothing but stare at his phone, except for staring at the ceiling occasionally to clear his mind.

“hey, y/n? what’s up?” dick pretended to be nonchalant, increasing the volume on the television to make it seem like he was busy. “is your date over?”

you laughed at his words, feeling pathetic once again. “ah, it hasn’t even started yet. i think i was stood up,” you muttered, turning the other way and looking at the wall after you made eye-contact with the couple at the table near you. “the people here have been staring, and i must look like an idiot waiting for my date to come.”

“i’ll come pick you up,” dick stated, already running towards his room to change. “just stay in there and don’t walk out. send me the restaurant name and i’ll text you when i’m outside.”

“thank you, dick. i really owe you one.”

while waiting for your best friend to arrive, you nervously played with your hands, wondering what was taking dick so long. you had been at the restaurant for two hours now, and it wasn’t long before the servers ask you to leave.

as you stared at the door, you noticed the restaurant manager call a server, not-so-subtly pointing towards you before saying something. it was two hours, and you hadn’t ordered a thing. of course, they were gonna kick you out.

you mentally prepared yourself, quietly gathering your items as the server neared your table, about to inform you had to leave the restaurant. it’s alright, i’ll just wait outside. you took a deep breath, smiling as the server arrived at your table, looking polite as ever.

“hi, i’m really sorry–” your gaze darted towards the door that crashed open, startling you in the process. even the server turned towards the commotion, and your eyes widened upon seeing dick, panting and puffing as he apologised for his actions.

“y/n! i’m so sorry for being late! the craziest things happened!” dick spoke loudly for the whole restaurant to hear as he walked towards you, immediately making the server run back to her manager. “my car had to be serviced, and they said they’d give it to be before six. but i got it back at seven!” he took a seat in front of you, still talking loudly.

dick’s eyes were wide as he related his story, which you soon realised was fake. “and to make things worse, when i was driving here, it broke down again! so i took it back to the mechanic and decided i would take the bus,” he explained, and you nodded as you covered your mouth with your hand. “and then the freaking bus broke down! can you believe that?”

“that’s … tough luck.” you struggled to not laugh, feeling overwhelmed at the extent your best friend went through to make sure you weren’t embarrassed.

“exactly. my phone died, and i didn’t know what else to do. i just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but then i remembered you must be waiting for me, so i ran. i came running because i wanted to see you, and make sure the time you put into making yourself look amazing wasn’t wasted.”

the last sentence dick spoke was almost inaudible compared to how loudly he spoke the rest, but you heard them. looking into his eyes, you could see how genuine he was, and that he really meant every word he spoke.

as you two waited for the food — since dick insisted you eat there — you awkwardly looked around the establishment, unable to meet your best friend’s eyes for the first time. noticing your hesitation, dick held your hand, giving you a slight smile as he stared at you.

“be with me. let’s date. let’s do things normal couples do. i want you to be mine,” he rambled, suddenly getting nervous once he realised he had confessed his feelings — and there was no going back on that.

you were silent as you thought about his words, smiling to yourself as you realised you didn’t have to keep burying the feelings you felt for dick because they were mutual.

dick likes you. just like you like him.

“you know, richie? i think we were dating all this time, we just didn’t know it.”

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