richard was cursed with his inevitable love for redheads. there was just something so captivating about them, how they stood out among a crowd like the brightest star in the sky.

for reasons unknown, richard had somehow also fallen for you. his bestfriend, a speedster—and additionally a redhead. (redheads and empathy are richards biggest weaknesses.)

the crush wasn’t becaude you were a redhead—no! that was just a benefit. out of everyone in the young justice gang, you were the only one who knew richard’s true identity. not just the first robin, or nightwing… but as richard grayson. you were richards bestfriend, and your love for eachother was undying: whether it be platonic, or romantic.

though…

being the charismatic guy that richard was, he lured you in and in until you took the bait; and you’d now been in a secret relationship for 5 months now! whoo!

it’s not that either of you wanted for it to be a secret, it was just easier this way. less questions, interrogating, and no persistent nagging from bruce about why you knew richard’s true identity!

however, it seemed as if in this current moment, your happiness was coming to an end.

after a particularly stressful (and unsuccessful) mission, the two of you had some very pent up energy that needed releasing. said restlessness had you grabbing at each other’s suits as soon as you got into the elevator in mount justice, heading up to one of the countless spare rooms for more… private purposes.

too lost in one another, or rather, one another’s mouths, you barely registered the lift dinging to announce your stop—then when the door slid open you reluctantly peeled off of eachother, panting heavily.

just as richard went to say something, you heard a clearing of throats at the entryway. snapping your heads in the direction, there inevitably stood batman and superman—the latter looking very unamused at seeing his first son making out with one of his friends children, and the other holding back a laugh,

panicking, you hid richard behind you, to spare him the embarrassment even though the damage was already done.

batman glowered down at you with not quite disappointment or displeasure, but it was close. “so…” the bat spoke up, voice gravelly and rough as ever. “how long has this been going on?—“

“—and how does it work!” superman quickly chimed in, curious as a growing puppy. he was confused on how your dynamic worked as no one saw batman’s protege and a speedster as a couple, did they?

you cleared your throat, holding richard’s hand still despite him being behind you. you could faintly hear him mutter embarrassed profanities into your hair, but wisely chose to ignore them. “well… i’m fast, and he’s flexible.”

your face immediately turned a deeper shade of red at the unintentional innuendo. “i mean—“

“you did not have to tell ‘em that!” richards voice was a higher pitch than usual out of sheer humiliation.

and just to shove it in your face, superman burst out laughing at you. what a fun way to launch your relationship, right?