Dick Grayson.

He was what one might call handsome, or even gorgeous. Ebony hair, sky blue eyes, tanned skin... It was a wonder no had snatched him up yet.

Well, besides you apparently.

It was on the headlines Monday morning: Billionaire's son falls for mysterious man. The article had even replaced the initial one where Dick had come out as bisexual during a live interview by jokingly say that his type was "anything that lived or breathed."

And where had you come into all of us?

Well, you most certainly were not his boyfriend. It was true that you knew each other. Of course, you did. Dick was always your first costumer of the day at the little coffee shop you worked at. But dating? Sure, he flirted. A lot. But Dick just came off as the type of person who flirted on instinct. You hadn't taken it as anything. He just seemed friendly. In fact, the two of you had run into each other late at night after you had just closed up the shop. At the time, he had had a few bruises and scrapes, which you noticed, and out of the goodness of your heart, and maybe some pity for such a handsome man, you gave him a cup of coffee and a pastry after hours, ending in him walking you home.

And then somehow a day later your side profile leaning close to Dick's conspiratorially had gotten the front page. Damn those reporters. They were vultures.

You decided you were going to confront Dick when he arrived first at your shop like he always did.

Except this time, it was four tall men, and a girl who entered the shop at its starting time.

You recognized them from pictures you had seen.

Tim, Jason, Bruce, and Damian Wayne. And the girl? You could only guess it was Dick's ex, Barbara, by her signature red hair.

"Damn." Jason drawled, appraising you without any subtly. "So this is the guy Dick's dating?"

Another one—Tim?—shot him a look. "We're here to double check the facts. Not cause a scene."

But, of course, four Waynes in a coffee shop was quite the scene.