“Was she always so pretty?”
You heard the thought like a caress in your head. You froze in place, unsure what to do with this floating information, but before you could process what is happening, you heard another floating thought that seemed to be more of intrusive. Something that the hero couldn’t stop,
“What would happen if I kissed her?”
You tensed while he mentally scolded himself. Was he serious right now? The smile never faltered from his charming face. You didn’t know whether to be amused, stunned, or horrified. You tried to keep a straight face, but he made it very hard when he wouldn’t shut up. You were going to have to say or do something.
You couldn’t stop staring even when the hero gave you a flirty grin and a wink that made you want to equally punch him in the gut and kiss him like he’s oxygen after a run.
Nightwing, for what it was worth, acted coy. He knew exactly what he projected. The thoughts purred and curled around you like silk. There was no way he didn’t know what he was doing.
You walked up to Nightwing slowly and he backed up, his flirty grin faltering momentarily but returning quickly. He looked like he was recalculating with each step you took towards him. You gave him an faux innocent look and asked sweetly,
“Can you use your big boy words? Or does that security camera in the corner have a second set of eyes watching?”
Nightwing made a production to look around as if he had no idea where the security camera was or what you were even talking about. He was speechless, but you could hear his thoughts swirling and spiraling before he could cover his tracks.
You had a feeling that Nightwing had a way to project thoughts that he wasn’t actually thinking. Maybe it was even subconscious thoughts or fleeting moments that were thrown away before they even settled or given energy to acknowledge.
“Nobody is watching. I’m all yours tonight.”
There was a silent dare under the words. What were you going to do about it? You smiled, but Dick couldn’t tell if that smile was flirty or deadly. You accepted this challenge. Your voice somehow came out steady despite the nerves bubbling in you,
“What about your hero work, Wing?”
You didn’t want to take up his entire night. You were more of a villain by inconveniencing people slightly than doing grand crimes. In fact, you had assumed that your crimes were always too small compared to everybody else. Why would he bother forcing someone who steals everybody’s left shoe and move it to their neighbours’ house? He had bigger fish to fry.
Nightwing glanced at the rising sun with you following his eyes. It makes sense now. He’s saying that he had an hour to kill until he could return home.
His back hit the brick wall behind him while you stood close enough for him to either push you away or draw you closer. He hesitated for a split second before his arms wrapped loosely around your hips. You allowed it with a smile that told him you knew how much he wanted more.
You slowly ran your fingers through his hair. You leaned into his arms and made the first move by kissing his forehead. Neither of you seemed to breathe, but his hands twitched like it was resisting to cup your jaw. You gave him a mischievous smile, so he went for it. He held your face gently and kissed you like he was waiting for you to pull away and slap him. He could have celebrated when you leaned into the kiss instead.
Dick didn’t even hesitate to drag you closer to him. He held you as you melted into the kiss and projected to you in a teasing tone,
“Are you asking me out, cutie?”
You pulled away from him to weakly glare. You didn’t except him to chase your lips until they were on yours again. Dick’s hand moved up to hold your face tenderly. He felt a warmth that he had not expected. You cuddled into him. His fleeting affectionate thoughts were filled with cheesy pickup lines, but a strong curiosity about what you are feeling and thinking. You tried to pull away again, but only had enough time to ask teasingly,
Dick didn’t have to say it. He would say yes in a heartbeat. It was an understanding that didn’t have to be voiced as it seemed to be communicated with his kiss perfectly fine. All that mattered next was what the date plan would be.
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