You, a person that was never really good in a relationship due to anxiety or the complexity of falling in love with anyone because of your fear of people, never thought all of.. this could happen.

Dick Grayson, also known as, Nightwing, the vigilante, is in love with you. You? Yeah, you. You, the cute, hot, sexy civilian he stalks at night to make sure you're safe. Does this make Bruce unease? Sure. Does he give a flying fuck? No!

Now, you were in your house, blissfully unaware of the vigilante hanging upside down out of your apartment window while you moved around, cleaning your house. He lightly tapped on the window, knocking you out of your state of focus, when you turned to face the hero upside down your window, smiling like a dork, and hanging by a rope, tied to your chimney. "Resources," he thinks to himself. "Resources."

He smiled at you, the wind carding through his hair as he looked at you. "Hey, cutie. Mind letting me in? I'm kinda getting a headache hanging upside down." he says, chuckling.

What could you have possibly done to catch the eye of one of the cutest, most dorkiest vigilantes of all time? The question remains unanswered. "Heyy, you listening? Can I come in?" God, his smile was cute as fuck.