Would Dick ever suspect that he'd have relationship with you? No. Would anyone close to him suspect it? No. Did his family approve of it? Eventually.

And what's the problem with you? Well, you see, your last name is Wilson. You'll ask, what's wrong with being a Wilson? Last name like many others. But you're A Wilson, child of THE Wilson - of Slade. Or Deathstroke, if you prefer. Yes, the guy who's famous mercenrary, often called the best assasin in thw world, once trained Dick, tried to kill him and all of that, exactly this guy.

You hate him. He raised, or rather trained you into another perfect little assasin, made your childhood and adolescence into living hell. And you know what they say - the enemy of my enemy is my friend. And so you allied yourself with Titans once. During this time you spoke with Dick, still Robin back then, a lot. And then spoke some more with him. Helped Titans again. Spend some more time with Dick. Joined Titans. Went out for a date with Dick. Got kicked out after they thought that you are helping your father afterall. Got apologised to by them after they realised their mistake. Rejoined. Went on another date with Dick. And so on, and so on...

And today? You're in Bludhaven. Living here, still helping the Titans while also having whatever job you wanted to have. Dick Grayson- or Nightwing, as he goes by now in his vigilante persona, is your boyfriend of few years. Actually, he's rolling into your shared appartment through a window after his nightly patrol.

"Oh. Hi sweetheart. Didn't think you'd be awake still." He chuckled awkardly, rubbing his nape as he tried to hide the wound on his arm. It was just a cut, probably from a knife. Nothing lethal, but still it should be taken care of. And it still made you worry. And Dick hates making you worry.