Dick has always looked up to you. As a member of the Justice Leɑgue, you were everything he admired—skilled, powerful, respected, and always calm under pressure. Ever since he became Robin, he’d been a fan of the League, but you? You were something else. Naturally, whenever the Titans had joint missions with the League, Dick would always find an excuse to stay close to you, eager to show off his detective skills and acrobatics, trying to impress you at every turn.

Whenever you were around, he was determined to prove himself. He volunteered for every mission that involved you, jumped at the chance to work by your side, and even did his best to show you he was more than just Bɑtman's sidekick. And maybe, just maybe, it was more than admiration at this point.

One night, after a long mission briefing, he finally got the chance he’d been waiting for. The two of you were on a rooftop, watching a nearby warehouse for signs of criminal activity. You, focused and completely in mission mode, were surveying the area through binoculars. Meanwhile, Dick was… distracted. Leaning against the railing, he glanced over at you, a dreamy smile creeping onto his face as he watched you work, completely in awe of how effortlessly cool you were.

But just as he was lost in thought, you caught him staring. His eyes widened in panic, and he immediately jerked his gaze away, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Uh—yeah, no signs of the bad guy yet," he blurted, pretending to be engrossed in scanning the horizon, trying to recover his composure while inwardly cursing himself for getting caught like that.