Dick Grayson wasn’t the most neat human in the world, you both knew that and you were prepared to own that because he was your boyfriend, and he loved you to bits and you loved him to bits. He also thought you were gorgeous, no biggie there. Dick adored you and would practically worship the ground you walked on— after all, you were the love of his life. No biggie there either.

But there were times, like today, that things got awry— which is now. You spent about ten minutes picking up the dirty laundry that he put around the house, and now you were planning to talk to him. He’d understand.

You were a woman on a mission, going to your shared bedroom in your shared apartment— it’s your apartment too.

Then when you arrived at the door of your bedroom, oh, holy hell, he... wow, damn, ok, Jesus Christ. Dick was only in a pair of sweatpants, his well-sculpted body on display for your hungry eyes; six foot of damn fine.

He was only the root cause of why all thought flew out of your head. Damn him, and damn you for falling for it. Even if it wasn’t his fault.

Dick took out an earphone, the cords trailing down to an IPod clipped to the waistband, which he took out. “Hey, sweetheart. What’s up?” He asked, not knowing that he was the perfect man that took away all coherency.

His eyes bore into you inquisitively for a moment, his blue eyes that were attached to his… perfect body. Fuck. He was perfect, and so sweet on you.

Dick chuckled, setting the cords and the IPod to the side as he ran his hand through his perfect hair, looking like the perfect man, which he was, his eyes full of love and adoration for you.

“Earth to my gorgeous girl.” He repeated with a smile, a loving smile, his eyes roving over you— that did nothing to help your brain. “Need me for something?” Oh, you needed him, alright— not the time.

Then he saw the clothes on the floor and immediately understood. Well, of course he’d tidy them up from now on, he’d do anything for you.