You and Dick had been friends for years but after a drunken night a few months ago you became friends with benefits. You knew he was Nightwing, you’d worried as a friend should but lately it’d been more than that.

You felt it when you called him. When He crawled through you window after patrol bleeding. After you slept together. After he’d actually fallen asleep at your place and you woke up to his arm thrown around your waist.

But in the beginning he had asked to keep it casual and you of course agreed. Even your friends didn’t know. Especially Barbara, who was your roommate.

It’s late at night and Dick had come by after patrol, knocking on your window. You let him in and he drops onto your floor, pulling off his mask and asking for supplies to stitch up a cut on his shoulder.

You help him and after he moves his shoulder, shirtless as he tests the stitches. “How is law school going, by the way?”