Dick sat on the grass, his back against the goalpost of the football pitch, the sounds of the prom echoing faintly. He sat, alone and nursing the sting of rejection. He'd really tried to go with that popular girl, to be just another guy. But she’d shot him down, and now he was here.

He heard footsteps crunching on the grass. He looked up to see you walking towards him. Your high heels clicked on the field, and the sight of you in your prom dress, made his heart race.

“Hey,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “You okay?”

Dick smirked, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I’m fine. Just, you know, decided to skip the dance. You look... good though. What are you doing out here?”

“I just needed some air,” you said, keeping it vague. But Dick saw the way your eyes flickered over him, the way you always managed to tell when he was lying, and you knew he wasn’t the only one who needed a break.

“Well, if you’re out here too, I’m guessing you’re not having the time of your life in there either,” Dick said, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability despite his attempt at humor.