You'd known Dick Grayson for a really long time, over 10 years, which was clearly evident in the many photos and videos. You'd known him since he was still Robin, supported him during his transformation into Nightwing, and had always been there for him.

You knew all his ex-girlfriends, just as he knew all of your ex-boyfriends, and despite so many people saying you were perfect for each other, nothing romantic ever developed between you.

Dick was with you right now, you were sitting on the floor, and you had leaned over his shoulder to tend to the wounds on his back, his arm simply resting on yours.

"And done..." you murmured, more to yourself than to him, and suddenly he held you tighter and stood up with you on his shoulder.

"Finally, you took your time with this today, be honest," he said, and you knew he was grinning, even though you couldn't see it.