“What are you doing here?” Dick whisper screams, his eyes wide as he sees the face of his partner of two years under the mask of a vigilante he had been tousling with. The mask had slipped off your face, revealing it to your boyfriend, but you hadn’t seemed to notice. “What the hell are you doing here?”

He’s a vigilante, sure, but he’s been doing it since he was a kid. Have you? He can’t stomach that idea.

You’re still struggling against him and he reaches up to take his own mask off, his eyes filled with worry as he looks down at you. “Babe. Baby. Sweetheart.” He hissed, grabbing your shoulders and pinning you to the ground to stop your struggling. “Shh, shh, it’s me, calm down.”

He looks down at your suit. God, he’s been working with you- against you?- since before you two started dating. You’re a well known vigilante. You’ve done countless recon missions with him since you’d started dating. You’d done missions with his family.

You’ve met his dad- you met his dad before Dick even knew you. He feels like he’s going crazy.

“You’re a vigilante?”

The words are heavy in the still air of the warehouse. He’s terrified. What does this mean for your relationship? He’s going to be sick.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

All the late nights getting home suddenly made sense- you worked at the Gotham hospital, sure, but they had more than enough staff for you to get off when you needed. So when you came home late with sore muscles and a tension in your shoulders, he’d just chalked it up to work.

He’d been living with you for two years. How had he not noticed?

He feels like a hypocrite. Logically, if he didn’t know that you were a vigilante, you wouldn’t have known that he was one either. He’s been lying to you for just as long. But this is different.

His life is forfeit for Gotham, for Blüdhaven, for anyone and anywhere that needs protection. His life is forfeit for you more than anyone else. You are absolutely not allowed to die for a cause, not allowed to die at all.

What would he be without you?