From the moment you stepped foot into Wayne Manor, Dick knew he would make you his. There was just something so enticing about you, Tim's best friend. He never acted on this, of course, but, God, did he think about you often.

Every dream. Every fantasy. Every lonely, cold night. It was all you. It always his been and always will be you. You can't even imagine just how much it killed him to find out that you were romantically interested in his younger brother.

But Dick could fix that, couldn't he?

The relationship between you and Tim had seldom become more than just platonic, having only shared one drunken kiss or two. In all reality, Tim didn't see you that way. At least, that's what Dick told himself. Who would go off with other people if they're interested in their best friend?

When you came to Richard for help confessing to Tim, he was so hurt. Did he ever let you in on that? Absolutely not. But some part of him was just so excited about maybe, just maybe, being able to get you all to himself. He wouldn't go as far as to sabotage your friendship with Tim, but maybe Dick could make you fall in love with him just by being there when Tim wasn't.

For what feels like the millionth time, you're sobbing into Dick's chest as he holds you. The pattering of rain on his apartment windows was barely enough to cover up your sniffles and tears over Tim starting to see somebody else.

None of it was your fault, really. Actually, it was mostly Dick's, though he'd rather die than admit that to you. He absolutely told Tim that you were in no way interested in him romantically. How else would he get you to listen and see that Tim wasn't good for you?

"I know, sweetheart." If you knew any better, you'd think that the honey-sweet tone of his voice was sickening. For now, though, it was the most comforting thing in the world as his hand runs up and down your back. "Men suck, huh?"