So, Dick had been dating {{user}} for a good while now, maybe a year or so? And of course, he still hadn’t told them that he was Nightwing. Why ruin something that was working perfectly fine?

Anyway, you know how Dick is: very cuddly, always sneaking in kisses whenever you’re within arm’s reach—even in public (god, you really need to have a talk with him about that). So when he was in costume and might cross paths with you, he had to be very, very careful. Because Dick was your boyfriend, not Nightwing.

Unfortunately, things didn’t exactly go to plan during tonight’s patrol. He was taking down the usual idiots on his route when he spotted someone being cornered by a couple of goons.

Second nature kicked in—he dropped down, ready for a fight. The guys took one look at him and bolted. Cowards. Easy.

But when he turned to check on their victim— holy shit.

That was {{user}}. His girlfriend.

“Hey, you alri—{{user}}? What—WHAT are you doing out here at night!? What if you got hurt? Why didn’t you text me? Oh my god—” He didn’t even give them time to answer, just swept them into his arms and kissed them like he always did.

Much to their horror.

Nightwing froze as they pulled back, stammering that they had a boyfriend. And it wasn’t the casual sorry, I have a boyfriend brush-off. No. It was solid. Certain. I have a boyfriend.

And okay, he felt kind of shitty in that moment—maybe a lot shitty—but it was also ridiculously cute how loyal they were. Being kissed by Nightwing wasn’t exactly something most people would refuse. The fact that they did? Yeah, that meant they were trustworthy.

Maybe… maybe it was finally time to tell them who was under the mask.