Dick was practically drooling, throbbing, and in awe when you took of your mask. There was literal hearts in his eyes. “Goddamn..” he mutters, under his breath.

He has Babs, he has to remind himself he has Babs. You’re just so much more badass and less basic than her, and you’re so goddamn hot. He knows he shouldn’t feel like this, but he can’t help it.

“So, am I supposed to fight you? Like.. you?” he asks, with a small halfhearted chuckle as he rubs the back of his head. He would love to have your hands on him.

“You’re just.. uh, really innocent-looking.” Dick says. “We’re soulmates, right? I mean, I don’t think we should fight.”